My next poem:I still can recallThe glorious times of oldWhen summers weren't scorchingAnd winters barely cold.When spring dawned sprightly,And monsoon marched mighty,When rains rained rapture,In the hearts of the carefree.When I could still readBooks boundless in number,When I could write poemsWith all the skill I'd muster.When drowning in delightsOf a transient childhoodIgnited not ire, but …
Day: October 25, 2022
Soup
My next haibun:Although I mostly prefer writing poetry, when time and muse have permitted, I've also dabbled in the delightful art of story writing. It can be quite challenging, but as is the case with poems, if you've a well-cooked plot, it doesn't take much to prepare a story. I like to think of it …
The Forgers of Fantasy 