I Knew a Winter (130 Words) I knew a winter in his spring. Fair as freshly fallen snow Quiet as contented woe Stood apart with frozen face Welcomed to himself, disgrace.
On the theme of “Reservation,” why not write about one of the greatest social enigmas of all–getting to know a stranger? And what if that stranger just happened to be the world’s most savage literary critic, Edgar Allan Poe? Wallie and I decided to explore the reservations between strangers (and not-quite strangers) meeting for theContinue reading “Your Reputation Precedes You”
Wallie the Imp tells me mortality is all in the definition.
Wallie the Imp loves all sorts of weather. He is not particularly fond of rainy days and clouds, but he understands that they are a part of life without which all goblins and imps would die. So in honor of the four changing seasons, and to meet today’s Daily Post prompt, Wallie has applied toContinue reading “Wallie on Weather”
Wallie the Imp and I were somewhat confused by today’s Daily Post prompt. Wallie refuses to let me call him a pet. Imps are not pets. They are personalities. We had the good fortune to know a friend of a friend who does in fact own a small cat. He was good enough to send us material to helpContinue reading “Wallie on Animal Friends”
Wallie the Imp has always had a strange fascination for mad artists. I suppose he should. After all, he tells me he has personally met Byron, the Phantom of the Opera, and of course, Edgar Allan Poe. For the first and last, he tells me he was a creative muse.
Before I knew Wallie, he met quite a few strange characters on his own. My Friend and I never expected to actually meet one of them. We did.
This little dragon (above) is not happy. Someone told him that dragons and fairies aren’t real. They also said that they were too old for fairy tales and children’s books.