I’ve not had a huge amount of time for writing these last few years, and what time I have made, I’ve spent on longer form stuff that will likely never see the light of day! The two shorter pieces I’ve written have been specifically for anthologies. The first, published last year in my local writer’s […]Read Post ›
When our planet takes its turn to shield us from the blazing sun and shadows rise to strip the sky Her glistening body sparks our eyes at first with reverential thirst and now with wanton wanderlust. illustration © Lori Love
to count on my hands the times I fall into these linguistic traps that I dig to properly hinder my scramble for land I’d need more fingers I’d need more fingers infinitely.
Don Redwood 