“Yeah, but the lost diadem,” said Michael Corner, rolling his eyes, “is lost, Luna. That’s sort of the point.”
2 Truths, 1 Lie (Round 6)
Saturday Morning Coffee
Pour a cup and lets chat. Mine’s black; what will you have?
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The Veteran
Every year I share a poem for Veteran’s Day, usually something from World War I. This year, I’ve attempted my own. Continue reading “The Veteran”
Minor, Reaching Majority
This week’s limerick was inspired by a photo prompt, meaning it was open-ended. This is both freeing and terrifying. Here’s what I came up with: Continue reading “Minor, Reaching Majority”
Wicked Word Wednesday: Leonine
With the election results pouring in, I almost forgot to prepare this week’s Wicked Word Wednesday. But never fear, I am here!
Monday Morning Grievance: DST 2016
A seasonal gripe, and one I’ll keep making. Continue reading “Monday Morning Grievance: DST 2016”
Running In My Head 