Near the top of the previous post, in the tree, near the roof line of the building behind. A bird and not a very small bird. Look, feathers, who is it?
Creative Writing, Book Reviews, Adult Humor Stories
poems, flash fiction and photographs
Tripping the world, slowly
A site for my creative writing endeavors, writing prompt responses, and experimentation.
EXPLORING THE TEENAGE DIASPORA
lest I forget
A photographic journey through the North of England, Scotland and Wales
short poems for short attention spans