Inktober53 2023: Shadow

Yeah, I wasn't quite sure how to end this, but I'm not mad. Wisps of darkness cling to the ground where Ryker stands. His body is taunt, the muscles in his back rippling like a sail billowed with wind. “Ryker?” Wren’s voice is a whisper but it echoes over the deck of the ship. Rip’s … Continue reading Inktober53 2023: Shadow

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Fair Food

I wrote this prose poem several years ago when I met my friend's fiancé (now husband) for the first time while attending our local fair. Since it's Labor Day and I just went to the fair a few days ago, I thought I'd repost it again. The aura of hay and animal sweat mingles with … Continue reading Fair Food