A quiet grove stands, dappled in sunlight, surrounded by a loop of broken road. A pond and woods sit unkempt and still, with no sounds of adventure. A wind whistles past the doghouse, but no longer past

The Sunday school teacher speaks of Noah's Ark. The animals march, the dogs bark, cute crocodiles smile at the patriarch, and nothing, nothing is remotely dark. This greatest human tragedy, we teach our

A Fender flanked by pianos stands in the shop window, blue lightning bolting across its crimson face. Motionless, Malone studies it silently. His birthday behind, Christmas six months off. Visions spark

A day's end The sun dips My last sunset Image Source

Hello, Steemit! It has been a long, long time since I posted. My wife and I will celebrate our tenth anniversary this summer, and I wrote a poem for her. You are getting it here first though. :D Grey rolls

I’m starting a new initiative to support aspiring writers and poets. The big dream behind it is to help talented authors focus on their writing by giving them enough for daily bread using the nascent DBREAD

The slow breakers rolled somberly, sighing of lost love and sailors, up on to the smooth sand dunes, stretching silently for miles, themselves troubled in thought sitting, searching the stars showing in

The parched and thirsty ground drank their sweat, their tears, their blood. Beaten backward, the leftmost flank allowed the enemy, rank on rank, to pour about them like a flood. Crackling in their midst,

I look at you, O Virgo of the Seas, coming out of your shell, and I seek to emulate you. This Cancer, grubby skin white, its nakedness blinding, its grabby limbs frail and weak. You tell me to put my armour

The following was written for a tabletop role-playing game I wrote for a contest before, called "Troll Lands". In this game, lands are comprised, literally, of "trolls", colossal beings,

Homeless humanity, hopeless, adrift, under Roman rule, reeling, sad, was drunk with despair, its dying gods silent, its Stoics, so stern, strong for no one, its Epicureans jaded, eating joyfree. Homeless

It's time for another haku collection post. This time, numbers 81 through 90! Wow. Almost to 100! In addition to regularers such as Basho, Issa, and Shiki, there are others here from lesser known haijin.

The Sims Diaries Earlier this year, I had put some of my creative voices, or alter egos, into The Sims 4. Every now and then, I play with their lives and develop their stories. I have been inspired to

The following was written for a tabletop role-playing game I wrote for a contest before, called "Troll Lands". In this game, lands are comprised, literally, of "trolls", colossal beings,

"Join the StarCorps! Join Today! See the Galaxy! Save the Day!" Repeatedly the jingle rings within him as Mark paces about the main chamber of the small ship shooting from Pluto to some distant

Lazily drifting, alone, in light and darkness, its last fuel-cell spent, lay the ship in orbit. The remaining crew, ruddy, in red lights sweating, carefully calculated, cold reason following, salvation

Across a valley in August weather, Goliath of Gath goads Saul's men, calls down curses, cowards makes of the people of promise, proud in his strength. A son of Jesse, a shepherd boy, hears this warrior's

Women there walk, white dresses flowing. Courtyards echo cooly, concealing children at play. Bakers smile; bread beckons, brown and fresh, to the crowd, passersby, on foot and horse, purple-clad and humble.

A man is burning. Not one soul looks away. Not a single person looks at his face. They gather his tears. Sacred are the tears, cherished is the flame. The man has been forgotten. A woman is drowning. Anyone

haiku contest thinking so hard nothing This was written for dbooster's Haiku Contest. Image Source