Parker Owens - Stories

Seven Skyscrapers for the U.S. Thanksgiving Holiday.

Haiku from walks taken this Autumn along the trails in the woods.

A second book of poetry, posted in no particular order or schedule. Maybe it's better than the first. Or not.

Poetry about the creatures outside my window, who give me great pleasure season after season.

Most of Rick’s life was performed solo and in quiet. He told himself he liked it that way, preferring to keep even his closest friends away from his secrets. But an aggressive woman and a stranger in town found a way to bring out his inner music.

Small town life still exists like this. The pace is slow, and everyone knows your name. And your business.

Poems Written for National Poetry Writing Month, 2021. I hope you find them enjoyable.

Poems written for National Poetry Writing Month, April 2020. An assortment of mercifully short poems, I hope you will enjoy them at your leisure.

This is the result of a randomly generated prompt.

Two and a half centuries ago, men ventured into the wild unknown north and west. They trapped and traded for furs, often gone from civilization for months and years at a stretch. This is one tale from what was once called the Inland Empire.

Poems written for NaPoWriMo 2019