Winter's breath chases Autumn's cool embrace. Slithers of ice adorn my window. Beautiful jewellery dazzle in morning sun. Frosty pearls cling to shivering leaves. Diverse umber covered in white shrouds. Token gesture of things to come. If you want to join in the Buddha Rocks Project here are the rules: 7 days of posts. 1 …
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Buddha Rocks Project Day’s 1-3: Belly Rub!
Happy Shower Buddha Buddha sits on my window ledge. Jolly. Happy. Red bellied chubby chap. He always greets me every morning. With a smile and a wink. In reply I stroke his belly. Songs I sing in the shower. Writing Muse Buddha Buddha for inspiration. For afternoon writing. Pen and pad with brooding thoughts. A …
Footsteps
Footsteps The Goonies The stabbing pain behind my eyes pierced my brain like frozen spears. The painkillers were a joke. Take two every four hours. Do not exceed the dose. Blah blah blah. After three days my living room floor was a waste ground of crumpled boxes and cracked squares of white and silver popped …
White Widow
He sat in my kitchen and cried. I couldn't help him. I still had my buzz on and didn't want to let go just yet. Jay and Nate sat with him instead. They tried to be supportive but this was new to them. Paul had never shown any negativity to his "hobby" and this sudden …
Blood Tree
Part 1. Runes & Secrets Beyond Black Rook Mountains there lies a road that stretches for a hundred miles from the dark Croon Forest to the sparkling blue waters of Lake Rafe. Those who remember the times before the Sundering will tell you the road was built by a million slaves. They will tell you …
Dave Farmer 