freewriting.

The wind blows
cool autumn air
across the faded
grass, while the
sun glows yellow -
the perfect time
to sit on a porch
and sip cider, as
the leaves on the
trees burn bright.

New publication.

New publication.

http://www.ftzine.com/node/47


This is a great, small literary journal. I encourage writers to submit.

a poem.

dark skies loom
overhead as you
speed toward
infinity on a lonely
highway, the radio
blaring, thoughts
pounding, and
the past, ever present,
to remind us of our
unceasing mortality -
the memories, the
memories.