Parker Owens - Stories

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.

I am told this is a "Haibun" or "Quick Writing," as it is translated. It is a partial narrative, and partial poetic treatment of a very difficult journey I am even now completing.

Poems written for NaPoWriMo 2019

This is a series of once and future dances, echoes and dreams from the long, discontented solitude enforced by the pandemic. I dedicate it to a man whose friendship and fire have burned constant through this everlasting night.

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

Another A to Z snapshot; Zander wonders about love and what the future holds.

There's a special time as winter changes into spring. Here is a time to remember.

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

A sad visit to a new grave; an unknown mourner. What does it mean?

White Elephant Present Prompt #23: "Stars for the Star." A bit of sweet at Christmas.