The Aspiring Bard

Sweep: soul, heart, courtyard, Street and every room; freshness In the morning rain.

I must admit that I'm a thoroughly timorous novelist, and though I've let out a few dark hints about my (untitled) 'work in progress', no-one except my younger brother has read more than a few words of the thing. But when I saw that this month's Chatterbox theme was 'Travel by Foot', I realized that it would be a perfect fit for sharing a bit of my novel, since the main character spends a rather large portion of the first bit wandering about the countryside. I'm going to hold myself back from reminding you that this is a first draft and that I'm going to do a lot of re-writing and blah and blah and blah, and just go ahead and share the thing, because really, I think it's time to let someone besides my brother in on this. - Wayfarers - source I splashed water over my head and neck, then turned my attention to my aching feet, wincing as I carefully removed my boots and socks. The long days of travel in ill-fitting shoes had wreak...

Unsteady, I Find solace  From The gadabout Of life; A rest In all this Changeful Changelessness. The earth,  My friend, Moves on Yet stays the same; Reflecting One Who alters not, But is To each A revelation New And strange.

George Pruteanu Come, Bathe in freshest Sunbeams Of the day, Regardless of the taunts of Demon fears Recalling you to last night's Slavery. Light and life spring out From every space, The Son arrives to set you Truly free. 

Here's another snippet of prose, again written in response to The Inkpen Authoress' Chatterbox event. The theme for this month is Superstition Obviously, such a topic could get rather weird and decidedly creepy. I decided to take a more...gentle and homespun route, which seems to have sprouted effortlessly from the place where I grew up. This is a conglomerate of family story, personal memories, and imagination (of course). Maybe I'm just a tad homesick? Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Getty Images Come Sit  With Me, Darlin'     "The moonlight's like silver on the gravestones."    "Pretty, isn't it? Like bein' in a whole different sorta world."    "And so warm...spring's got here at last."    "Here, come sit with me, darlin', and tell me how you've been."    "Well, Jim brought the wife and kids over this afternoon. It was a real nice visit. I knew they were comin' this mo...

Ted Larson I've heard it said there's beauty in the furnace That maybe I am just too close to see. I simply know I reached my hand You took it And stayed inside the fire here With me.