Angel Learning How to Live, a poem by Stephen Fuller
Angels Learning How to Live When angels stop flying long enough to watch What we make with this mortal flesh they would Mock if they did…
From a Poet‘s Lips, a nonsense poem of haikus in response to Go Dog Go Cafe’s Weekly Prompt Challenge by Stephen
What words that matter From this poet’s lips uttered Matter untransformed See lips spit out phlegm You utter nonsense addict Transform poet’s words Energy matters Lips…
A Fine Cider Toast Day Eight, or a reflection on isolation, fear, and meaning by Stephen Fuller
What do we do now? Really, this question brings us all to the crux of the problem. By now we have all heard the message, and…
A Fine Cider Toast Day Seven, or the one where we find our grandparents’ recipes. A reflection by Stephen Fuller
The whole world has climbed into their attics or maybe down to the spooky parts of their basements where they found the trunks grandparents and great-grandparents…
A Fine Cider Toast Day Five, Raising a Glass to Pendants for a Cause – Helping One Another
Helping One Another http://phoebemd.com/2020/03/19/helping-one-another/ — Read on phoebemd.com/2020/03/19/helping-one-another/ Talk about gratitude. I am taking a break from Into My Own and Personal Reflections to simply raise…
A Fine Cider Toast Reflection Day Three The Willows Didn’t Bud but Eugi’s Prompt was Glorious
The willows didn’t bud. However, you can feel their wanting to do so as you walk past them. Their branches hang to commune with the rest…
Spotlight – Sharing – “Song” prompt participants – One Woman’s Quest; Art, Photography and Poetry; The Twisting Tail – Featured by Eugenia (Eugi’s …
Originally posted on Eugi’s Causerie: © Sevitt Francis, Living Waters In response to Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Song – March 9, 2020. One Woman’s Quest ……
WRITER’S WORKSHOP I, Week 2, Batting Practice
Something to think about: “When you write a story, you’re telling yourself the story. When you rewrite, your main job is taking out all the things…
Boy Dips His Foot in the River and Finds It Cold, of the one where this weeks prompt from Sadje to wrap up a trilogy of poems
These days of handless shakes, one footprint Closer to the dark river We all seem to be looking across I walk among my oldest friends: Frost’s…
Hello! The one where I say I have been stocking up on TP
Hello friends, readers and guests of Fullbeard Lit. Had to take a couple of days away from writing/blogging to make sure I was stocked up and…
