S. A. Crawford

Joined June 2018

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Writer, reader, life-long student - being brave and finally taking the plunge by publishing some articles and fiction pieces.

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Poetry Corner
Poetry has always been a part of my life; ask me for a memory related to poetry and I'll give you a hundred. Sitting on my Grans knee reading The Tyger with tea and toast in the early morning, reading Invictus for the first time in the pit of depression... understanding the serenity that death can bring after reading Immortality. It's all one big tapestry.
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Journal
Heavenly Gems
Do you know the story of Sorcha and Baird? When the world was young and dark - the Gods walked these barren lands in silence. Mighty Woten ignored the parched earth and watched the other realms from his throne while the world spun without light or life. Yet his daughter, Sorcha loved the dead land with a fiery fury that could not be contained.
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Fiction
Love is a Four Letter Word
You live like fire, wild and free with a need for joy, for fuel, and me? I need your eyes on my face, when the sun is low.
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Poets
Not All That Glitters
In a worn, warm nest, we plan a life of sure and dull. And you ask if - Do I not want gilt and gold? I want gold from none but you.
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Poets
I'm Going to Miss my Best Friends' Wedding
If you has asked me ten years ago if I would ever miss my best friend's wedding, I would have laughed at you. She's a constant light in my life, a beacon of joy, no matter how busy life gets, no matter how long it goes between our chats, it always feels the same; the trust and understanding we have built is unshakeable. I am being serious when I say she has saved my life... but I'm not going to her wedding.
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Confessions
In the End. Top Story - July 2023.
Inspired by this tweet from PetFurniture. I want to meet death in the middle. I want to throw the door open wide and say with a smile,
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Poets
The Hand of Humility
There are men who sit astride their world as giants, and there are three truths about these men, her mother would say. Three immutable truths. First, they will assume women are weak. Second, they believe they are smarter than everyone around them. Finally, they are convinced that they are irresistible.
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Art
The Long Walk Home
I cannot bear to lose you, Though I know you must one day go. All the miles you have walked by my side, are but a fraction of that long walk home.
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Poets
The Wasp
There is a wasp in my gut, Cotesia Glomerata - that must be its name. Sound it out, Co - te - sia, Feel the burning, like an open flame,
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Poets
Twilight. Top Story - June 2023.
There is a space between sleep and the world, where shadows come to life. In the cocoon of the dawning night, old whispers come to heavy ears,
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Poets
People's Exhibit A
**Some dogs like to live life on the edge, this much is true, but the accused, Tia, should have been called Evel after a man who is clearly her icon, Evel Knievel. You see, Tia does not laugh in the face of death; she sprints toward it with abandon, looking at safety and sanity in the rearview mirror. I could list her crimes against common sense, decency, and intelligence all day, good people of the jury, but what good would it do?
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Humor
A Delicious Heist
Nanny had a routine when she cooked. She measured and mixed, then cleaned, then shaped and baked, then poured a mug of tea. So Hamish knew that he had about as much time as one cartoon show to pull off the heist of his life. Unfortunately, he couldn't do it alone. He needed Malcolm, who was just five and not very smart.
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Fiction