I heard a spontaneous sonnet sound itself from my lips I didn’t stop for even one second to try to write it down. Instead I just let its acoustics float off into the air a present… Read More ›
Day: December 31, 2016
Featured Writer: Ken Allan Dronsfiled
Where Tall Trees Dance It’s afternoon here in the valley of wood where tall trees dance; as long walks covet an ambiance of romance and gentle calm. It’s now silent and serene; the only sound being a light snow… Read More ›
