My mom’s moved away.
Home now, we’re just exhausted–
Leonard Cohen plays.
skat@2017
Eek! Who’s that tired hag
In the bathroom mirror? Phew!
Just my morning face.
skat@2015
Throbbing in my head,
Promises relief at last–
Storm is on its way.
skat@2015
Reflections from a contemplative window
the quill that shatters glass
Setting up a Brand-New Life in London
a creative writing notebook by Bill Bisgood
by Lize Bard
Alex Markovich. 40 y.o. Russia. Artist. Author. MarkovichUniverse AT gmail DOT com
poems, flash fiction and photographs
Writing is ..., it just is ...
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
"Literature is language charged with meaning." Ezra Pound
