“Venice”
It appears simple
to navigate winding alleys
from a bell tower.
Steve D
Traveler’s Haiku – Venice
Misplaced Missive #52 – Wall Flower
When you can’t sleep
For fear of dreaming,
And can’t act
For fear and thinking. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #52 – Wall Flower”
Reblog Wednesday – Zen Pencils
We’re going to start reblogging and/or linking one essay, article, or blog we find interesting, emotive, or hilarious each Wednesday, because sharing is caring.
Taking a few steps away from the last reblog Wednesday, this week I’m highlighting a site I stumbled upon recently: Zen Pencils. Continue reading “Reblog Wednesday – Zen Pencils”
Numberbrag: Early 2017 Milestones
We are one-quarter into 2017, so I thought I would share some interesting (to me) data about where Red String PaperCuts stands in the World O’Blogging. Continue reading “Numberbrag: Early 2017 Milestones”
Misplaced Missive #55 – Lovecraft
The thunder calls
to it
or it
calls the thunder.
Lightning blinds and falls
ready to tear us
asunder.
The lurking fear is
here. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #55 – Lovecraft”
Haiku Sunday – Stream
“Stream”
We fill in dirt, stones,
trying to alter your course.
Your waters persist.
Steve D
Friday Write-Day: Writing Crunch Month is Nearly Over!
Well, today is the last day of March, which means tonight is my final chance to churn out a solid word count. This week was slow, but overall, March has been great for progressing through Manuscript: Beta. Continue reading “Friday Write-Day: Writing Crunch Month is Nearly Over!”
Misplaced Missive #54 – Sooner Than Never
Maybe it’s the control.
I have none, everywhere else,
Too far to worry about losing myself,
In a whirlwind of emotion. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #54 – Sooner Than Never”
Songs to Keep You Going During Writing Crunch Month
Did I say these were songs to keep you going? Because I meant me. Here’s a rundown of what I’ve been writing/vibing to recently. Continue reading “Songs to Keep You Going During Writing Crunch Month”
Misplaced Missives #181 – Death
Grief sobbed out in stereo
We, the worried, march,
Like ants, in single file,
Like the guilty, on trial,
Towards the sorrowful;
The mourning;
It’s too early in the morning,
For this much ritual. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #181 – Death”
Evening Satellite Publishing 