Stick in hand, I trace the lines of the boatshed. Leaves smudge the pond’s surface – a soft murmur of lines – then stillness. Weighted fern fronds bend – repeating lines settle. Memories return, anchoring deep aloneness. Trees weave into the quiet sky. Brittle leaves whisper
a secluded pathway—
the stranger turns
lost connection.
Smooth Talkers in Four Haikus By Celeste Blundell-Camden TALES AND TUNES ABOUND My Pulse quickened - it Was Ninety Four Point Seven It was - Smooth Talkers! SMOOTH DISCOVERY They read - sang - from depths Unexplored territory Bringing all to life…. RADIO REVIVAL Smooth Talkers - that lot What’s that they said:
By Mel King Alrighty folks We’re gonna play a little game Called Two Truths And a Lie It’s going to be about jobs. Again. Humor me. This narrative poem Concludes my employment trilogy Now two of these jobs I’ve actually done It’s your job To spot
Darley Street Ep 3 - About This Thing - Season Three By Steve Gray Sally stared at the final slide of Robert’s presentation on the website, which featured a pixelated diagram of what looked like a cross between a satellite dish and a psychic espresso machine. According to Robert, it was
By Brett J Cole Previous Episodes Taking only one day to rest upon his return after having those soldiers and servants “dismissed”, it was already the night after that when the king proudly addressed his subjects. Before all, upon a grand stage he’d had erected while he’d slept,
