For Bill B:
Come summer, I long
For winter; in winter I
long once more for spring.
Come Autumn, I’m contented
But for everything dying.
Skat@2017
Riding with mom’s like
Having Lady Crawley in
The passenger seat.
skat@2015
When it looks like rain,
Folk often need to complain—
I can read my book.
skat©2015
Reflections from a contemplative window
the quill that shatters glass
David Kanigan
Setting up a Brand-New Life in London
a creative writing notebook by Bill Bisgood
by Lize Bard
Alex Markovich, 39 y.o. male living in Russia. A photographer, writer, and lecturer, as well as translator. A regular guest on “Radio of Russia” and other radio stations. Main subjects of the programs: “Traveling through Russia” and “Photo Art” (Alex arranges photo exhibitions in various Russian towns and cities, as well as abroad). E-mail: travel.with.markovich AT gmail.com
poems, flash fiction and photographs
Writing is ..., it just is ...
My Pen Writes Of You When I Write Of Me
Roots and Branches in our Family Trees
thoughts, anecdotes and snapshots stumbled upon
Fumbling by Leisure, Singing to Cake
because the story must be told
Diary of a Canadian Winter Garden
by Scooj
A Continuing Revolution
home of the elusive trope
