night rises in the east
over springtime weeds and wheat
summer’s desert, dry grass teeth
waits – patient – underneath
–by John Stanfield, at Tongue River Reservoir Park, Eastern Montana
by Kelly Lewis
Darkness exists for the light to shine
Intriguing short stories, historical fiction, sci. fi., children fantasy, christian fantasy, and poetry
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
Awakening the spirit through baring my soul
seeking sublime surrender
A place for short fiction and poetry while your coffee brews or your tea steeps
Exploring the human experience, one cup of coffee at a time.
...in my Mind's Eye
"I tramp the perpetual journey." Walt Whitman
She was devoted to the moon. It’s its darkness she found comfort. In its light, she found hope.
A Continuing Revolution
Nefesime,hayatıma,aklıma esen her şeye dair.
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE