An extra 60 minutes… Does it matter?

In the course of this day alone, I have written three poems (Father Time, Dreams, and The Wordsmith)  and one work of flash fiction (Revenge!). I've had so many thoughts going through my head, as it happens, because my muse - she hounds me until I've written what she says I should. It's not really a…

Father Time

        Father Time   "Lean in closer. No. Closer than that. I have a gift to offer. Spare a moment to chat?"   "It depends on what you hold. Is it free? Is there a price? Without doubt, there is a toll. You'll have to be more concise."   "I have a…

The Wordsmith

  The Wordsmith   Twenty six letters Such a finite number. If you are willing and clever, Enter a world of wonder. Through eyes, they enter the mind, Rearranging the letters constantly. Forming words, making you escape To a world of such diversity. Not all is horrible, I pledge you this. They can be endearing,…

Revenge!

  Revenge! By. Susan Reed       I hear her crying. Oh, how she whimpers! I peak from behind my spot, knowing she has neither the desire nor the nerve to look. Banging against the wall, I make my sounds louder than required. Frantic laughter causing an inhuman sound from my mortal body. Tilting…

Dreams

Dreams   Time can steal Make no mistake! Loss and pain Left in its wake..   Ignoring the chime, This is mine alone. Memories of a time Not too long ago.   Escaping for awhile Into the deep woods Freedom in my dreams Away from worldly goods. © S. Reed