Death of a Poet ~ Part One ~ Mary Anne Baartz

Part one of my mothers short story ‘Death of A Poet’ All little boys play havoc with life, surprised the bird they slay with their homemade slingshot won’t wake up and fly away. He, though, is one of a kind. At the age of seven he makes his first killing, a deer on the Yorkshire

Honey Suckle Princess

    Nectar Magician …..she white witch swings her honeycomb wishes made of violin spilling herself to the voice of god of sweeping stone notes singing pink harvesting air and a strand of honeysuckle thinking a loosely braided story preserved in HOT butterscotch crackling