Book Review: Ronin, The Last Reindeer
As a person who has worked with the Foster Care system, this storyline grabs me by the throat. I found myself choking up as I read about the sorting of children, like socks, at Kringletown. Ryder didn’t deserve that. No child does.
Lost Appetites
“You still hungry?”
come words
from high glossed,
almost polished
lips to make my
date appear younger,
a beauty however.
Book Review: Humbug, The Unwinding Of Ebenezer Scrooge
The characters were beautifully written, and had you feeling for them as if they were your friends/family. The harsh environment of Avocado punctuated every life choice that Scrooge made. Again totally out of left field, and wonderful.
Holiday Delights
The landfills cry out as last year’s gifts reach them.
The Earth is dying from the waste!
Abandoned toys weep as they melt into mush.
Christmas with Rita: Sip and Be Merry Tea Review
The instant the tea arrived, I headed to the kitchen, turned on the kettle, and waited for the bubbles. Lifting the lid of the tea tin, I knew instantly that delicate Christmas-y delight lay in store for my soul. Sip and Be Merry from the Republic of Tea could only offer all I had hoped for…
Quarterly Issues
Submissions open for Issue 3, Volume 1: Unknown & Unseen. Submissions close Dec 31, 2022.
November 1, 2023
I had never had the tea before, but I’ve been looking for a good cherry black tea for years. I pulled the cork from the scent jar on the table and knew I’d found what I’ve been looking for all this time. And now you can find it, too, my fellow cherry lovers!
October 31, 2023
In small village towns, villagers must beware the hungry child and its mother. Kind families, appalled at seeing a hungry child, have been known to invite the child and mother in and offer them a place to stay. They all eat their initial meal, and with much gratitude repeated to their host, they retire to sleep.
October 30, 2023
“Millie, I do believe this window is going to win the Tutty’s Port Halloween Window Fest award for ‘Best Window.’ We’ll hang the blue ribbon in the front window for all to see,” she said triumphantly.
October 29, 2023
October is also Breast Cancer Awareness Month. This beast of a killer runs rampant affecting both females and males. It should be eradicated, but instead continues to destroy families, and lives.
October 28, 2023
October 27, 2023
Chance of surviving encounters with community-dwelling witches increases from “doubtful” to
“a slither” with application of four rules…
October 26, 2023
Your map represents the world your characters live in. It might be as small as a doll’s house or as large as a multi-galaxy supercluster, and that’s fine…provided you can keep it all straight.
October 25, 2023
October 23, 2023
Pain stains the deadlocked roads yet the shades of horror do not seem to penetrate the ornate walls of the Manor…
October 21, 2023
“You will wake soon, my poppet.
Then you will learn this dance of the night.
But for now, sleep.
Dream of beauty, of fangs,
and of blood.”
October 20, 2023
Some moments, Whispers from the Valley of the Yak is hard reading. The emotions that hit at certain times challenge you. You want to change things and make things better or stop others from happening. I found myself emotionally confused at times, because, well, humans are strange beings that don’t always behave in their own self-interest, let alone in the best interests of others.
October 20, 2023
Then the roosters, together, roared like they were the kings of the jungle…
October 19, 2023
October 18, 2023
My heart thudded in my chest, not knowing what this presence was, or what it wanted. I could feel it in the corner, the spot in the darkest dark of the room. It radiated energy, calling to me.
October 17, 2023
The women gathering in the house, the evil collecting around them and the terrifying events of the weekend had me shouting to the the group not to do whatever action it was that they were set to do. It was as if I was watching a horror movie.
October 16, 2023
Lint. Sounds like a town in Holland or Belgium, or the site where a great treaty might be signed…
October 14, 2023
While I sat sipping this gorgeous cuppa, I felt myself drift all over the world in ecstasy. Memories of South Africa drifted in, sunflower fields of Georgia spilled over, daydreams in Australian gardens flooded my nose, my heart, my mind. The word that came was “sensual.” Not in the romantic sense, but in the spiritual sense. Every one of my senses was engaged.
October 12, 2023
The first time I went to a convocation, I felt I could die of joy. My hummingbird heart, an anxious pet, sang a dawn song. It wasn’t the entrance hymn, “O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing.” It wasn’t the chancellor in his indigo-velvet cap and doily collar, although his literal orb and scepter made me weak and strong. It wasn’t the presence of so much earnestness, furnish me though it did with purpose and pleasure.
October 9, 2023
The rabbit asks, “Was it you who called a cab?”, to which Emylle replies with a cheerful “yes.”..
October 8, 2023
I can no longer find the abandoned
house from whose fence corner
terraced above I-70, I watched the flung man