Posts Tagged ‘vivid imagery’
Kingdom Games with Audio
KINGDOM GAMES Click the white triangle icon on the above left to listen to the audio. Have you ever watched young children Play cowboys and Indians or cops and robbers? While they may exude a great deal of energy And make a great deal of noise, Yelling commands or creating sound effects, Machine guns, lasers,…
Read MoreMy Create Space Page Link for book purchases
https://www.createspace.com/pub/simplesitesearch.search.do?sitesearch_query=wayne+o%27conner&sitesearch_type=STORE Waysides along the Journey by Mr. Wayne Thomas O’Conner CreateSpace Store / BOOK In December of 2015 the author produced a second edition of Waysides Along the Journey, greatly abridged, which focused on early free verse prose and removed early versions of non-fiction books, poetry, and short stories which were later revised, rewritten and…
Read MoreChoice at Limbo’s Waymark
Choice at Limbo’s Waymark Two eyes: one bright, the other dark. a heart pumping madly, then growing stone cold. but not stopping, just changing in curious cycles in response to feelings within and without. will the savage prevail or rather the paladin can the whitest of angels answer or will the…
Read MoreA WALK ON THE WAYNE SIDE (WITH AUDIO)
A WALK ON THE WAYNE SIDE (subject: an alley and parking lot beneath my apartment in Feb ‘10) I exit down The long brown stair. Dust and old paint Are the only fragrances. Last week’s heady aroma Of dead mouse Is merely a faded memory. Occasionally rips Like torn crate board Shatter…
Read MoreRoyal Duty In The Land of The Rabbit King
Royal Duty In The Land of The Rabbit King “Ping! Ping! Ping!” Exclaimed the rabbit king. “We have a new orphan coming in in in. Cubby Cubby Cubby be his name.” “Hear me now Ping Ping Ping!” Echoed Queen Kinyata After she’d quaffed a draught Of steaming Kiwi-Jasmine tea. Be nice to your…
Read MoreSpring Rain at Big Stone Point
Spring Rain at Big Stone Point From my office window I watch the wind whipped waves of Big Stone Lake. Droning lake-side life reaches a crescendo, then drifts softly back into a mostly inaudible rumble. Next, as if playing their parts in a grand symphony, the booming splash and gurgle of surf…
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