Category : Poetry

Stories in Poetry form.

Comes To Mind

I called her the smoking woman because every time ...

Sleep is like mist, the sheets are ocean. No ...

You hound are a starry night over fog, fallen ...

The Dream Breather It started as a conversation with ...

An Autumn drive through leaf-world: bloodstain reds, pumpkin-rind yellows ...

The big top tent is taken down, folded up, ...

I hunker down in the rowboat as my father ...

Better believe Betty’s Bakery business bakes beautifully. Betty’s biscuits, ...

Afraid of the monster that's under your bed? ...

A ghost was limping down the street with a ...