The rose bush itself might be scraggly and its leaves ragged from insect damage, but one of our Lady of Shalott roses is trying to bloom AGAIN.
I'm shocked!
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Poem "Confessions of a Troll"
Inspired by being added to a certain author/editor's "Quit Being Toxic" BlueSky moderation list (which I consider to be a sick...
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Beneath the feeble glow of a waning moon and a flickering streetlight, Gareth Tuthill stood on the front stoop of Jarvis Speake’s quaint but...
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While Carius the Uncanny prowled lea and dale in search of monkshood and belladonna for use in various nefarious concoctions, he spied a s... -
On a moonlit autumn eve when wolves howled and hungry beasts prowled, a knock upon Kalensh’s door jarred him out of a contemplative hum that...
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