For Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday challenge.
Grey as fog, the gulls,
in this end of winter mist,
soar on silent wings.
Where once hoarfrost lay, I touch
hard buds. All is change, spring stirs.
Tracing a life through stories of death. Sometimes funny, sometimes not.
Living in Gib and Spain
I think, therefore i blog
100 Word Flash Fiction
Horror and Dark Fiction Author
An onion has many layers. So have I!
Notes on Seeing, Reading & Writing, Living & Loving in The North
The stuff that comes out a bird's mouth.
by Helen Jones
Tigers not daughters
Everything about art for everyone
Poems, writing, thoughts...learning
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Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional.
"Oh! Take a shit, read a story" - My Mother on Flash Fiction
Life is too short to drink bad wine
Published quarterly on the last day of January, March, June and September
Ambling through life, shuffling words
mining the gap in the mind's spaces where creative expression sparks
Words of Wonder, Worry and Whimsy
With sweet and sour experiences, life is full of colors
Author | Musician | Marketer
Let us make an exchange - I provide stories, you enjoy them.
home of the elusive trope
Musings and memories, words and wisdom... of a working family woman