Aditus

One has to be in a special mood to go to places like that, but as you said, 'Holy wow'.

Thank you for reading Red Running Shoes and sharing your thoughts and feelings. This means so much to me.

Tasty Treats The menu is extensive here there's food and forty kinds of beer, between the pickles and the wings they often offer other things to feast and lick on, so I hear. A rhythmic pulse their puppeteer; lights flash about the spinning sphere, the beat reverberates, hips swing, the menu is extensive here. Sweat beads, breath hot against an ear, adventurous nips, bodies rear when wet tongues sample salty drinks an

Thank you for guiding us through the seasons of your life. I have a feeling winter will be as long as you wish it.

They are gifts indeed, one you deserved reading your poem.

LOL I'm glad you listen to someone.... Anyway, thank you for reading the first chapter.

Thank you! Yay!

I'm glad you think so, Bill. Thank you for reading and commenting on the Classics. There's more...though.; )

There's order...somewhere. Thank you, for reading, kbois.

A kaleidoscope yes, or a mosaic and the glue were the seasons. Thank you for reading and commenting on my stories within stories, Parker.

Spring into an adventure--a blind date. Find me and my two lavender roses. But then TWO sees bright yellow daffodils and a pair of warm brown eyes. ONE! The roses are easily forgotten. Rhubarb upside-down cake with cream to share, coffee with milk and green tea with lemon; two different cups and a common denominator-- it begins. Summer The two-some nibble early strawberries-- a tiny balcony is their island, where dahlias in blue

My attempt to sort through thoughts, feelings, and erratic ideas using poetic forms.

I love to drizzle syrup on my waffles, pancakes, and lace my homemade pecan gelato with it, but to my shame, I never thought about how it's made or when the sap is harvested. In short words, your poem made me read several articles about the sugaring season. The educational part aside, I loved to follow the personal thread woven through the words even more.

I read this days before, but I needed time to comment. As often with your poems, I didn't know what to choose 'sad' or 'love'. I decide is never wrong. Both poems grabbed my heart. Spring lets the ice melt and invigorates us. I would never want to live in a place without seasons. The windmill metaphor was hard to endure. I shouldn’t keep that buried, right? No, you shouldn't—a decision of a wise man. ~Adi

Your poem is a great interpretation of the anthology theme. The way of finding yourself divided in seasons, perfect. I really like the title too. Thank you, for sharing.

This felt kind of personal. Did you have someone, two or three in mind? Do I register a pinch of schadenfreude?

You're right, we always look at/for the sun all throughout the seasons as if it were our guiding star. My favorite part was This sun of ours Conjures up that single Legendary summer's Day Thank you, northie.

Yes, yes this word has been used in connection with yours truly.

Around here it looks a lot like spring which means I feel either super energized---or I’m tired. Luckily some GA members sent me prompt ideas so I can find a comfy spot to take a nap in the sun. Thank you @Thirdly and @Lee Wilson. PT #211 You’re a closeted gay man at a company gathering, for example, a conference of some kind. The company brought in a unique kind of entertainment and you’re attracted to one of the entertainers. With their costumes, you can’t tell if they’re male or female. You decide, what the heck, and ask them to meet you later. They’re not what you expected. PT #212 Under My Skin: A mage with lightning ability goes head to head with a rival mage with an affinity for wind. But, when they are both chosen to train under the master mage, they are forced to work together. As they begin to get underneath one another's skin, the more the master mage seems pleased with the development. Why does it feel like he's instigating them on purpose? If you check the subgenre 'prompt' in your story tags, then people/readers can find everything here: https://gayauthors.org/stories/browse/subgenre/prompt/

I am tempted to gif you some...

Let the games begin.

You are a bloodthirsty lot. I like all of it.

“What's it going to be then, eh?” ― Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange or.. The bigger the smile, the sharper the knife. Hilary J. Bader, Ferengi Rule of Aquisition #48, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine: Episode 26, "Rules of Aquisition"

Last week, I looked in the basement for a pot for my new palm tree. You wouldn't believe how much crap I found there. Time for the next yard sale, but I digress. PT#205 Tell the story of the forgotten rocking chair pushed into the corner of a basement and covered in dusty cobwebs. PT#206 Three friends clear out the basement of an old house. One opens a rotting kitchen cabinet and finds a moldy box with a set of gleaming, pristine chef knives. When he picks up the smallest, he hears a voice in his head. What does it say? If you check the subgenre 'prompt' in your story tags, then people/readers can find everything here: https://gayauthors.org/stories/browse/subgenre/prompt/