Pelagic
The small motorboat rocked gently, just enough to stir Barry from his book. He glanced out at the wavelets, a pink sun rippling off them...
Unfortunately, I'm not routinely blogging. I've stopped writing poetry and short stories regularly as well, but there are about two years' worth of content here if you're new to my work!
Pelagic
The Ivory Queen
Just Over The River
Child of Mine
Black-Eye
Basketweaver
Night Noises
Power of Paint
It Starts in the Mind
A Hollow Man
Sunday Driver
A Walk in the Woods
Wandering Albatross
A Bone to Pick
When the Tide Comes
Donkey Dust
When The Watchful Eye Closes
Voice of the Garden
With Eyes Cast Down
The Hallway