Stepping out of my comfort zone

This whole writing process has ripped me  out of my comfort zone.  It’s one thing to sit in the comfort of your own home, and write scores of pages untold.  Is it bold? Is it dreaming? Hoping, wishing, scheming? It is one thing to pour out your heart in solitude.  Where it’s just your attitude. Continue reading “Stepping out of my comfort zone”

Cock of the walk

This barn yard!  Is mine.  This grass! Is mine.  Watch me scratch off.  This air! Is mine. That feed! Is mine.  Got my eyes on you.  Get out! Silly human. Can’t you see my strut? My dander is up. Chest puffed out. Talons a little wider.  Standing a little taller.   I’ll chase you intoContinue reading “Cock of the walk”

Little Girl; a guest post

By Heather Congrove Note from me; Sadly, I think we all feel like the little girl in the poem sometimes. Not having a male point of view, I’m sure it happens to them as well. We are pushed out of innocence. Sometimes I don’t want to put away childish things. I don’t want the stressesContinue reading “Little Girl; a guest post”

Shared world

I’m different. You’re different.  We both need air to breathe.  I’m different. You’re different.  We both need water to drink.  I’m different. You’re different.  We both need food to eat. I’m different. You’re different.  We both need shelter from the storm.  I’m different. You’re different.  We both need to protect our bodies with coverings.  I’mContinue reading “Shared world”