A rhyme in answer to this week’s writing prompt from Esther Chilton, which was window. My window into yesterdayopens when I close my eyesto listen, while my music playsand memories arise.Teenage tunes, years raising children…memories that last.They fill the air. They fill my head:my window to the past.Looking back, I know my viewis softened by … Continue reading Nostalgia| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
A poem He lurks with his acolytes by the school gateand when I’m at Chess Club, he’ll sometimes still wait.I’ve tried sneaking out, but he knows where I live.He’ll hurt me if I don’t have money to …| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
A verse, written to a title prompt It’s been so long since last we spoke so many moons ago.I knew then I should say goodbye, but still I can’t let go.So many thoughts I left unshared, so many words…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Finding things to blog about Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com I confess that serialising Jay and Robin saved me much guilt when I couldn’t think of anything to blog about in what has been a cha…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
I don’t often enter poetry competitions, but Writing Magazine wanted a sonnet this time, which has to rhyme, so a level playing field. Although mine didn’t win, I was mentioned in the s…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Six, The Green Man The sky cleared, although the sun had barely time to warm the air before it sank behind the treetops. Mikki joined the locals and the older traders crowded inside the Green M…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Viṣṇu, appearing before Bali as Vāmana, transformed into Trivikrama, filling the universe, covering all the earth and the heavens in two steps. The verse that opens the Pūrva-pīṭhikā of Daṇḍin’s Daśakumāracarita plays on this imagination, and on the word daṇda / daṇḍin. Here’s the verse (in Sragdharā metre of pattern GGGGLGG—LLLLLLG—GLGGLGG): May the leg of […]| The Lumber Room
The wonderful L Sprague de Camp was a great early figure not only of SF itself but also of its history and criticism. His 1978 collection The Best of L. Sprague de Camp contained two poems that I loved so much that I committed them to memory.| Liam's write-only LJ