The Sweater
The Sweater From a Creative Writing Prompt I’m stuck in this overgrown gaudy autumnal sweater and I can’t get out. I can’t see, I can’t breathe, I can’t make heads or tails of where I am— Tail. I have a tail. A pony’s tail. Where AM I?!...
“AVATAR” Poetry
Inspired by the movie AVATAR Out of body To another time and universe do I go alone, So far away from what and where I consider home. A new body--not my own-- Unfamiliar language escapes my tongue. I awake, await my fate, meanwhile...
HIKAMI: RONIN
HIKAMI: RONIN Hikami stood, eyes closed. He breathed deeply, savoring the mist swirling about his feetpaws. Here he was calm, centered, at ease. _ You're blind, how can you ever aspire to be a true swordsman_, his...