little red riding hood knew all the stories had even met the big bad wolf but afraid she refused to live back into the woods she went she saw her grandma she heard the birds she fed the squirrel she laid in the winter sun home again her day well spent © 2014-2020 – Donna … Continue reading Back Into The Woods She Went, by Donna Matthews
By Charles Robert Lindholm Why is it that Love hurts? Even when things are going right Being apart puts a hurt on your heart that's like being held underwater Being "In Love" makes silence painful a crushing need and desire to hear the voice of the one that soothes your soul Is it the inner … Continue reading MY TOUCHSTONE
the last to touch you bone-tired undertakers desperate for sleep returning you to the earth cold, dusty dirt your comfort Author’s Notes: Hey y'all, thanks for visiting the Go Dog Go Cafe and I hope you enjoyed reading today's selection. I am Donna Matthews, a born and bred Texan who can usually be found writing, … Continue reading Tanka: The Last Touch
I’d wanted a baby for so long and I couldn’t believe we were finally here. Walking up the path, the tall winter grass brushes against my legs. The house, falling into despair with neglect looked haunted with her busted out windows and tall dark spires. I think I even spotted a gargoyle on the south … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Little Stranger
For the last five years, I participated in the #Write31Days challenge which officially ended last October. Booooo. But all things eventually end, yes? And new things arise…it’s the circle of life. However, as I approached October 2019 I still wanted to do something…and a couple of things did arise that I’m super excited about participating in: The … Continue reading 31 Nights: A Walk Through the Valley of the Shadow of Death
no still waters here waves crashing on craggy rock comfort washed away a day thrown into chaos saltwater tears fall freely The above poem is written in the form of tanka. The tanka form is generally a short poem with the following pattern 5-7-5-7-7. In its purest form, tanka poems are most commonly written as … Continue reading Tanka: Tears
By Charles Robert Lindholm Isn't It Sad That Our Children Growup In Fear Of Dying Copyright © 2019 Charles Robert Lindholm, The Reluctant Poet All Rights Reserved - Please Come Visit My Archives!
By Charles Robert Lindholm 1-16-2017 @ 11:07 p.m. The travelers come across the open space mostly in the mornings at daybreak Their pace is random sometimes in a hurry to be somewhere and sometimes with a leisurely stroll pausing to smell the roses they are fun to watch but we worry about the … Continue reading THE CROSSING
By Charles Robert Lindholm I don't know who I am yet for I have not faced the darkest night nor heard the howling demons that hunger for my soul I have not felt the razors edge nor heard the wooing whispers tempting me to use it to let my blood be the ink of my … Continue reading WILL YOU LET ME LOVE YOU?
I’ve felt old and ancient Since I was 12 years old, Worn out, road weary, For reasons unexplained Living in the Cleaver household In an idyllic isolated Oregon valley. It made me want to believe in reincarnation, The only explanation for the Spread thin butter feeling That started in the 3rd grade When I reasoned … Continue reading Guest Barista John W. Leys-Laying Awake in the Darkness