Book Review – The Lonely Young and The Lonely Old
My review of Tim Miller’s short story collection “The Lonely Young and The Lonely Old”.
Tag: Writing
The Poets Symphony AVAILABLE NOW
Raw Earth Ink proud to present (and super excited about): The Poets Symphony An anthology composed by thirty-one artists and poets. Inside you’ll find poems, lyrics, melodies, photography, paintings, digital art and more all inspired by MUSIC. I couldn’t be happier with this book. It’s gorgeous on the outside but it’s the inside bits that […]
Dreamer — pt. 2
A mind-bending science-fiction short story collaboration series with A.P. Christopher.
The Awakening
First, the wind gently tugs then whips her hair, wisps slashing across her nose and cheeks. She stubbornly tucks the loose strands behind her ear in vain; she refuses to tie it up. It’s been far too long that she’s been tied up, knotted, wound tight for someone else’s expectations. Tonight, at least, she stands, […]
For the Record
We should get one thing straight, I’m not gentle laughter and soft words spoken at 2am, I’m not stroking touches and whispers of breath upon your throat, I’m not delicate heartbeats and a musical voice I mean, Unless by softly spoken words you mean that you want your name laced with filthy expressions at 3am […]
Fear of Falling
and this moment arrived when I first came to understand all that had gone before had led up to this very moment this the edge of the precipice where I could step off and fall fall fall unending breeze past my watering eyes heavy and light no weight but ever plummeting or I could cling […]
Book Review – The Raven’s Poison
My review of Braeden Michaels’ collection of poetry, “The Raven’s Poison.”
Acrimony
What more could happen Held there like the wings of flies Between the fingers burned in blood and ink? Where naught was said And less was heard And all those moments Like seconds stretched to minutes And stretched to eons Like the indigo of rainbows What more was there to say? When all that should […]
The Mountain Queen
You are the Mountain Queen. For as long as you can remember, you’ve watched the village far below you. Each night, the forge fire burns and the smith’s hammer can be heard all around you. Since the snow melted, the hammer has been silent and no fire burns… Moving your senses from high above, they […]
Devil in the Details
He came upon me one early evening as I lay with my head resting upon the bench, one hand clutched over my breast the other draped across my eyes. My heart was filled, as always, with love and longing. The many lonely nights ebbing and flowing through my wretched being. Long ago there had been […]
