The cold went as quick as it came. The early bird becomes the worm, So they claim. Tonight I look at stars, Instead of fireballs of burning scars. Bitterness brutalized me, and I ate the forbidden fruit, And out came a toot, what a Hoot. Now I sway in Mother’s breath, Back down the road…
Author: Raymond A Stanton
Between Fields & Cities
Driving through; you wonder what you may see in those dim tangles of trees. Going fast down the highway; it’s like time floats in weightless formation in a sea of fields. Rounding a curve too fast; we see lakes & rivers as the centerpiece for lasting destruction. Accelerating from randomized functions; sides of the road…
Camping at Bowman Lake, MI
I headed North to Greenville, MI from my tin can home here in Indiana. First stop was to pick up Will. When I arrived we had our usual palavar in the garage. After loading up the car with his gear we took off North once again to Bowman Lake near Baldwin, MI. We found this…
Cycles & Bowman Lake Trips
Squandered time has eclipsed wasted dreams floating in the motions, Days mix and mingle waiting for the subsequent streams lacking emotions, Fresh coffee every half hour steams in retreat from the commotions, Reality screams through the seams as I accept my demotion, But, as it would seem we still have Bowman.
Morning
I hear him in his bed, A sudden Whack fills the stillness, I think he bumped his head, A laughter came after, I hope he didn’t chip the plaster.
Thinking of Spring
In the dead grass I sit, warm sun aloft in a clear blue sky, Fading are the days of cold dusty couches, waving farewell to winter’s relentless bite, Deep desires for fresh growth eclipse dull colorless backdrops, the wind gusts a warm vow of rejuvenation, Formulating a grand deception.
Reedsy Prompt: Android Story
I wrote a story that I submitted on https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/contests/82/submissions/56050/ from the prompt: Write about an android just trying to blend in with their human companions. At first, I read through the prompts and nothing at all came to mind for either prompt. After a few days passed, I read them again and suddenly, like a…
Night Vibes
The moon shines behind a hazy sky, Coyotes howl in hungry rhythm, Waiting, Watching, The honking goose is oblivious to the howling alarm, I sit in the glow of fire and moon, No remorse, Only a fading smile.
Salamonie Reservoir, Camping on the Bloodroot Trail
We had a decently warm week here in Indiana. Almost too warm for the tail end of February. We will take it with no complaints. With that being said, I decided to take full advantage of the weather and head down to the Bloodroot Trail on the Salamonie Reservoir. I have completed this…
Torn
A bitter cold breath from our great mother chilled the spines of wild men and ceased the hearts of the vulnerable beasts that drift when they should linger with many. Crippled minds caught in her merciless path, blindsided and underprepared. The nation watching in perplexity and amusement as more stories are being fabricated in the…
Slug Words 