Originally posted on DAN ALATORRE: Your humble host. I’m going to tell you this little story for several reasons. It’s a sad cry for help, yes, but in a good way. Also, I’m a pretty honest guy, depending on who you ask. When I’m clueless, which is rare but it happens, I’ll probably admit it.…

Cynthia Harrison Ancient, hunched, lost. The woman standing next to me in the spice aisle of the grocery store muttered to herself about not being able to find the garlic. Searching out my own exotic spice, I happened upon garlic and pointed it out to her. She thanked me and said “I’m so blind.” She…

Originally posted on 1951 Club: my sunday poem … # 11 Drummer My poem this week was inspired in part by a true story I came across recently. In Napoleonic times when the prison ships used to be docked at Plymouth it was general practice to march the French prisoners of war across Dartmoor to…

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: Sue Vincent's Daily Echo View original post

Originally posted on Lit World Interviews: Hi all: I wasn’t sure about sharing this post that I had already shared in my blog, here, but after discussing it with Ronovan, I decided to go ahead. I hope you find it useful, and if you have any queries, please, feel free to leave a comment here…

Originally posted on Shelley Wilson Author: I don’t know about you, but as the end of a year approaches I can’t help but reflect on what I’ve achieved over the past twelve months.  I guess it’s the non-fiction writer in me, but I do like to check in with myself occasionally and ensure I’m on…

Originally posted on Write Treasurez: You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room.…

Originally posted on DAN ALATORRE: Your humble host. I’m going to tell you this little story for several reasons. It’s a sad cry for help, yes, but in a good way. Also, I’m a pretty honest guy, depending on who you ask. When I’m clueless, which is rare but it happens, I’ll probably admit it.…

Cynthia Harrison Ancient, hunched, lost. The woman standing next to me in the spice aisle of the grocery store muttered to herself about not being able to find the garlic. Searching out my own exotic spice, I happened upon garlic and pointed it out to her. She thanked me and said “I’m so blind.” She…

Originally posted on 1951 Club: my sunday poem … # 11 Drummer My poem this week was inspired in part by a true story I came across recently. In Napoleonic times when the prison ships used to be docked at Plymouth it was general practice to march the French prisoners of war across Dartmoor to…

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: Sue Vincent's Daily Echo View original post

Originally posted on Lit World Interviews: Hi all: I wasn’t sure about sharing this post that I had already shared in my blog, here, but after discussing it with Ronovan, I decided to go ahead. I hope you find it useful, and if you have any queries, please, feel free to leave a comment here…

Originally posted on Shelley Wilson Author: I don’t know about you, but as the end of a year approaches I can’t help but reflect on what I’ve achieved over the past twelve months.  I guess it’s the non-fiction writer in me, but I do like to check in with myself occasionally and ensure I’m on…

Originally posted on Write Treasurez: You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room.…