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…
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…
Today, regular visitor, friend and positive influencer of life at the Go Dog Go Cafe, Sadje posted this about the new normals we are all determining…
Today, I thank Ms. McManus my 4th Grade teacher for introduced our class to Robert Frost’s Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening and for being…
To become a poet, it seems to me obvious that one must have fallen in love with a poem at some stage in those young formative…
Good evening, friends, guests, and readers of Fullbeard Lit. Lots of excitement over at the Go Dog Go Cafe, so thank you for paying a short…
On Top Mount Monadnock You stayed. You held on to your sweetest cup. You walked behind me up my climb of Monadnock To catch me had…
Poetry alone could not solve the riddle of what troubled me in spite of giving me the cliff edge on which to stand and shout. I…
…With You Welcome, child, to this life. Fear it. The bombs, the walls, the hate, the… Everything that wants to rule your world. Smile winsome child…
Music largely remained the inspiration for my writing, with artists like U2, Big Country, the Clash, Peter Gabriel, Simple Minds, and Tears for Fears releasing songs…
I take on Beth Amanda’s Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at the Do Dog Go Cafe: “Let there be storms.” Head on down to the Cafe and…