A tangled tale

Harold Smith stood at the open door of his aircraft looking down from an altitude of ten thousand feet at the scene spread out below him.

Living rough

Cherry

The Chauvinist

He dreaded domesticity in any form – it was no job for a man, especially a leader.

THE CONTINUING CHILDRENS STORY OF AN INDIAN BOY, PART FOUR.

Why did Red Deer end up in the Canyons of the desert?

A Jewel of Womankind

I keep the treasure guarded, in the fortress of my mind. Shrouded from on-lookers; protected from prying eyes. It is not just an image, or a photo, so sublime.

My life is a Star

Life is difficult, when the going gets tough. Since nobody prepares you when the smooth turns rough. How we survive? Is anybody’s guess. The will to continue and the strength we possess.

The Belonging Words

when the words change your reality...

"black ink at night"

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"death's ball"

another tanka

"a music mermaid"

a tanka

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