Our WordPress friend just had a stroke

Steven S. Wallace had a stroke Steven S. Wallace (a pseudonym) is a lovely person many of us have had the pleasure of meeting here in the blogosphere. He has been one of our regular W3 poetry prompt participants and has served as host for W3 on several ocassions, including last week. Last night, I… Continue reading Our WordPress friend just had a stroke

Waiting ahead, or: Below

Poetry Partners #101 'Ode to the Unknown Road.', a poem by Marion Horton of 'Writing Whatnots' Safe, small, sweet And satisfying. Images buzz gently under The cup of my palms. The buzz becomes a Rumbling purr, Furry and mildly demanding. A nudging wet nose pushes at my hands, Widening my hold, Forcing my wrists apart.… Continue reading Waiting ahead, or: Below

Her silk dress fell to the floor

For all the money he'd throw at her, she felt herself his possession and hated it. Finally, she'd had enough. "I'm leaving you," she said, as her silk dress fell to the floor, followed by her jewelry and lingerie. "You can keep everything." Naked, she turned provocatively towards the front door, as he stood there… Continue reading Her silk dress fell to the floor