The Howling
The Howling l Scattered scraps of stories Tinted tithes of tales, Half-formed paper lives, Fiction flights and flails. …
Tag Archives: “I would especially like to recourt the Muse of poetry who ran off with the mailman four years ago and drops me only a scribbled postcard from time to time.” – John Updike
An Ancient Panic Etched
Pigeonholed. Pigeonholed, He can hardly move. One of his greatest fears materialised . . . The transpired terror. A foot …
Trumpet Solo of ‘Dedication’ Ensues.
Well now, a brand new follower, in his first communication with esme and the Cloud has written a poem for …
Esmeralda and The Cloud 