The Minstrel
The oak she leaned her back against was twisted, gnarled, and bent —A fitting place for one last song, one …
Category: Narrative
Leviathan
A massive moon cast mournful red Upon the silent sea Where wandered, lost to land and hope, A pack of …
The Christmas Gift
Now milking’s just an awful chore, it happens twice a day; no matter what you want to do, it’s always …
Enigma
With her sails fully set and a breeze of fair force She was carving her way through the ocean, But …
Leaving Leelanau
I am from Utah, born and raised, but anyone would be amazed to follow where the heron go, or wonder …
The Month Before Christmas
It was late in November, and dad got a call from a hiker near Teller had taken a fall. He …
Rübezahl (Part 1)
I am Rübezahl, you know me, king of gnomes and king of elfin. Purple mountains are my homeland, dark green …
The Man Without a Name
It was a summer’s afternoon about the hour of four. I was sitting quietly musing, when a knock came at …