All lined up, Grackle
“babies” dwarf mom, their gaping
hungry mouths waiting …
skat@2017
First one dove arrived,
then a pair joined the group–now
six more drop their poop
atop my fence and flop out
on the ground; I had to share.
skat@2017
At one end, grey squirrel
puffs his tail; at other, dark
rival fluffs feathers.
skat@2016
Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
Writing is ..., it just is ...
A Quest For Emotional Insight
Roots and Branches in our Family Trees
thoughts, anecdotes and snapshots stumbled upon
Peace. Tranquility. Insanity.
Fumbling by Leisure, Singing to Cake
because the story must be told
Diary of a Canadian Winter Garden
by Scooj
A Continuing Revolution
inesemjphotography
Color by words.
home of the elusive trope
"Literature is language charged with meaning." Ezra Pound
Nothing happens unless first you dream
Football Talk - with other stuff mixed in
a creative writing notebook by Bill Bisgood
