Today I have the distinct pleasure of interviewing one Shakespeare “The Equine,” a poet out standing in his field and, reportedly, a legend in his own mind. The Daily Haymaker: Good day, Mr. Shakespeare. Poet: Hay! And please, call me Mr. Bear. The Daily Haymaker: Right then, Mr. Bear. Lovely of you to join us from … More A Poet Out Standing In His Field
“That’s a bit dark, isn’t it?” Mona screwed her mouth into a pouty knot and grimaced. “Miss Liberty looks like she’s had a few.” “A few what?” asked Lisa. “You know, molto vino.” “Don’t be ridiculous! It’s a statue!” “Whatever … she’s seen better days.” “No doubt.” Mona and Lisa stood together and studied the desolate … More Just A Statue
Weekly Writing Challenge: Poetry The Writer’s Nightmare No inspiration, There is none, I sit here, void, and Twiddle thumbs. It’s writer’s block that Bogs me down. The channel closed; My smile a frown. I patiently await a sign, A notion that Might just be mine, That from the Ether Will descend And soon to Earth … More The Writer’s Nightmare
~*~ “Sadie!” Young Sadie, lost in a haze of distracted thought, didn’t hear her name being called and continued to gaze absently through the classroom window toward the woods in the distance. She was looking at nothing in particular. It was an escape. “Sadie Perkins! I’d like to see you outside. … Now!” The double-barrelled … More Staring Out The Window
~*~ “What the hell does that even mean?” Cynthia glares at me with raccoon eyes and wails. “What do you know of my pain? My suffering? You who have everything. You think my life can be fixed with empty platitudes? Go away!” She slumps her fashionable thirty-something frame into the sofa and sobs … More Go Away!