Stories

Yet another collection of poetry, added to as the mood or fancy strikes me. I hope you enjoy at least some of it.

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.

Prompts Only

Faris and James meet life head-on, together.

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.

Just my attempts at the prompts that grab my attention.

Short stories are definitely not my strong suit, and this attempt soon became a continuous story inspired by the challenge of First Line prompts.
Constructive criticism and kind encouragement are more than welcome.

Stories from my time on the street, in no particular order.

They lived happily together. And then something ripped them apart.