The Poor Souls

It was 3:00 a.m. so, as always, a poor soul from Purgatory woke me quietly humbly and meekly begging for… Read more The Poor Souls

The Midnight Special

This is death’s train station, a kind of midnight special the watchman stands guard so quietly awaiting his instructions each… Read more The Midnight Special

Hold That Tiger

Out for a bicycle ride he saw the girl of his dreams in response to her utter loveliness, he became… Read more Hold That Tiger

The Keys

‘Every door or box,’ my muse said aloud ‘has a key, and all you need is the right key for… Read more The Keys

Reflecting Upon the Past

It was one of those brisk autumn evenings when I upon having chanced to walk out into the street saw… Read more Reflecting Upon the Past

The Other Side Of the Window

Having been told never to dare to trespass inside~or is it outside~ the window young Sadhbh could not be expected… Read more The Other Side Of the Window

At Another Tea Party

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/10/sunday-muse-232.html At the tea party to be sure proper ladylike and gentlemanly comportment is all the rage ladies curtsey, gentlemen… Read more At Another Tea Party

The Swain Of Liverpool

We bid a fond good~bye to all the tangerines and marmalade as a solemn funeral bell tolls four times handsome… Read more The Swain Of Liverpool

She Is My Muse

Sunday Muse #230 .I often visit the long ago past at the invitation of my muse whenever I hear ‘Just… Read more She Is My Muse

A Muse In the Woods

Sunday Muse #229 I wander off into the woods each day to ask my muse to help me with my… Read more A Muse In the Woods