She weeps dry tears over empty graves. [written for this]
steam rises from cup / i stir the coffee again / a bittersweet brew
A place you can call home
- Verse Seventeen -
By Tony Single
Rhymes and Reasons
Because she can
The Feel Of Arts
Not necessarily well, but here we are.
Dark Writing and Strange Inspirations
COVID Odyssey: A vir[tu]al journey investigating COVID-19
Words of a clarklike female
Blurring the lines between poetry and prose
a 100-word story every day
We're all on a road to somewhere.
Deep Dive Author Club