left dry (and unworldly)

Powerful from Frank Prem

Frank Prem Poetry

how will we drink
the dust

can you tell me

we are burning
from above
from below

there’ll be nothing left
but the holes
where we mined
and the cracks
in the earth
that were once held together
by water

and still it’s not

we have to take
another barrel out

send it
all the way
to china

like taking
your own heart
and selling it
to the highest bidder

leaving you
like a husk
after harvest

rattling empty
with every passing breeze
that passes
where we are left
to stand

a ragged bunch
of scarecrow skeletons
still craving

not knowing
that we have already

and the dead
can no more serve
worldly purpose


From the News. The miserable bloody news.

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Exploring Imbolc & the Goddess Brigid

From our sister in Fey, Colleen; a wonderful post about Brigid and Imbolic.

The Sisters of the Fey

Imbolc (Candlemass, Imblog, Imbole) (Pronounced: EE-Molc – like ewe’s milk) is celebrated on February 1st and/or the 2nd. Incense: Rosemary, Frankincense, Myrrh, Cinnamon. Decorations: Corn Dolly, Besom, Spring Flowers. Colors: White, Orange, and Red. (thewhitegoddess.co.uk)

We also know this holiday as Candlemas, or Brigid’s (pronounced BREED) Day, which is one of the four Celtic Fire Festivals. This festival commemorates the passing of winter and the beginning of the spring planting season. This Festival also marks the progression of the threefold Goddess energies turning from the Crone to the Maiden.

This is a time of transition for many of us. It’s the tween time when we’re stuck between winter and spring. Depending on where you live, you might have snow on the ground, while other places still feel the sting of winter’s cold. I have a feeling that winter isn’t over yet.

In Arizona, I’m noticing the first glimpses of spring with the…

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For Carrot Ranch Weekly Flash Fiction Challenge.

January 30: Flash Fiction




Adele Marie Park

Michael knew everyone on his mail round. To Michael delivering the mail in his rural community was more than just a job.

When old Brighid didn’t open the door he threw down his mail-sack and used his hands to clear the snow from the door. With a beating heart, he went inside, calling her name as he did so. A faint groan came from the living room. He rushed inside the room and saw Brighid lying on the floor. He phoned an ambulance, made Brighid a cup of tea and sat beside her holding her hand.



Submission Call: Haunts and Hellions, A Gothic Romance Anthology


Haunts & Hellions
a gothic romance anthology
edited by Emerian Rich

GOTHIC ROMANCES of old featured a female protagonist dealing with a terrifying ordeal while struggling to be with her true love. Set against dark backgrounds of medieval ruins or haunted castles, the love interest was either a brooding handsome gentleman or a supernatural monster disguised as a gentleman. Following the example of such works as Northanger Abbey, Phantom of the Opera, The Grey Woman, Dracula, The Woman in White, Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights, Witch House and the like, we want your darkest, creepiest horror love story. 

Although we crave gothic romance style, don’t feel the need to paint a damsel in distress. The woman may certainly be the one who saves the day. We are also open to LBGTQ love stories. The main plot should be horror and romance. We don’t like stories written specifically with social or political…

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Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives 2020 – A Fiction First: “Beware the Ides of September” by Elizabeth Gauffreau

A wonderful ghost story which makes us question whether it is a ghost or something else.

Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

Welcome to the current series of Posts from Your Archives in 2020 and if you would like to participate with two of your posts from 2019, you will find all the details in this post:New series of Posts from Your Archives 2020

This is the first post from Elizabeth Gauffreau and she is sharing a short story that she wrote for The RavensPerch magazine in February 2019. I am sure that you find it as moving as I did.

My first ghost story, “Beware the Ides of September,” was published in The RavensPerch in February 2019. I wrote the story back in the fall because I was feeling the loss of my dad, and I thought that writing a ghost story would be a way to see him again. The writing did not go as intended.

I submitted the completed story to The RavensPerch because of how much…

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Recycling and Climate Change…27th January 2020…Banana Leaf Technology and Roof Top Gardens…

Carol’s weekly recycling and climate change post. This week there are some fabulous inventions and green news. There is also an evil baddie. Read on.

Retired? No one told me!

Hello and welcome to this weeks news and views on Climate Change and recycling…Thank you for all your comments last week they were all valid concerns and I hope I went some way to answering those concerns it was lovely to have that two-way discussion going…Thank also to all of you who shared the post and spread the news and views.

Blog Header fruit skinsThe banana tree…here in Thailand and in my garden Bananas grow in abundance.

Its scientific name is Musa Sapientum which roughly translated  means  Fruit of wise  men

Here it is called Kluay pronounced glue oy.

Seasons vary slightly around the regions and it is a tree-like perennial and officially classed as a herb, the world’s largest herb as it can reach 25 feet in height. The fruit is also classed as a berry. Did you know that?

Here in Thailand leaves are used to serve food on,  wrap…

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Smorgasbord Blog Magazine – D. G. Kaye Explores the Realms of Relationships

Debby’s new column over at Sally’s. This week some great advice concerning relationships and how to deal with emotions.

Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

Happy New Year Readers! And welcome to my newest Blog Magazine Column at the Smorgasbord. This year I’m going to be writing here about relationships – The Realms of Relationships. When Sally suggested I might like to write on this topic I was elated as all my books are about things I experienced in life, and I’m delighted to share my insights here with you all. Now don’t worry, you won’t be finding any psycho-babble here, just plain English from a lifetime of experience.

I’ve been a storyteller since I was a young child – never a fibber – not that kind of storytelling. Whenever I’d heard or ‘overheard’ something when I was young, knowing I wasn’t supposed to be privy to, of course I had to tell someone what I’d heard. I hadn’t yet learned that by not telling all, it was easier to earn trust. By the time…

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