There’s a man that appears in my dreams.
His dark robe billows out; he screams.
The blood-curdling screech echoes
With his murder of crows.
I fear the host
Decades of her words.
Unfolding From the Fog (or What I Think About When I Walk My Dog)
Try. Try again.
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J. R. R. Tolkien
Short stories and general observations about the world of writing.
Crochet inspiration and design from Sweden
A collection of stories & poems
Creative crochet designs with a touch of pink!