Allen Ginsberg created the American Haiku. The traditional Haiku involves seventeen syllables down the page. The American Haiku is seventeen syllables across the page. A crimson world dances on the path of golden autumnal glory. Copyright 2022 Raelyn Pracht I created a new Author page on Facebook. Please visit and follow me at: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100087576815887 orContinue reading “AUTUMNAL GLORY: An American Haiku”
Charlotte Embers placed her right ear down on the cold edge of the railroad tracks. She heard nothing. She looked both ways then quickly crossed over the quiet wooden tracks. As a kid, she would only have stopped to listen. She never thought to actually look both ways. If she heard nothing, she would happilyContinue reading “FRIDAY FIRSTS: First Paragraph of the First Chapter”
For this Throwback Thursday, I am sharing my first ever blog post. Enjoy!
Don’t you love it when there is a specific memory attached to a location? I have many, but there is one that came to my early this morning. We were living in Salinas, California around the time I was six or seven years old. At the end of our front yard there were these generousContinue reading “SNAILVILLE”
Good morning, everyone (depending on where you are in the world), I am starting to develop my Facebook author page and would love some advice on it. And the most important question: How do you get more followers? I will take your advice in the comments or feel free to email me at Raelyn.firstname.lastname@example.org. Also,Continue reading “Setting Up a Facebook Author Page: Advice Requested”
Artist of the stars, Love radiates from Heaven, Creation ignites.
I don’t know who needs to hear this today, but God is the God of second chances. You are never too far gone. His grace is abundant.
For today’s Friday Fiction Challenge, you must write an 8 word story on the subject of SOCKS. Use any photo you want. Leave your story in the comments or place the link to your story in there. Don’t forget to link back to this one on your post! SOCKS Her socks displayed to passing carsContinue reading “FRIDAY FICTION: Socks (8 Word Story)”
Bats in the Belfry, Hanging and waiting for the bells to chime the midnight hour. On their peal, they will fly out into the darkness, disrupting the October night sky. Silhouettes against the full moon, Embracing their calling, they loom. They own the time until the bells call them home. The above was written inContinue reading “THROWBACK THURSDAY: Bats in the Belfry”