Category: Poetry

Writing 201: Water

Springtime snow melting. Drips, trickles, streams a cascade Of life. Fresh water. by R. A. Richardson


The “Rich100Award” Presentation

Before I announce the winner of “The Inaugural Rich100Award” allow me a moment to say this. If I had an orchestra of French horns, violins, and a timpani, I would conduct them in a rousing rendition of Tchaikovsky’s “1812 Overture.” Since I don’t, I’m going to cheat and use this rousing rendition from youtube to ...


Songs Yet Sung – Verse From a Drug Addled Mind | Let’s Set The Record Straight

In a previous post, I discussed my failure to get on track with NaPoWriMo, so I decided to create my own challenge for myself. Well, here it is, complete with my very own fancy-schmancy logo for my very own challenge. And here is poem number one – so five more to go, since I set ...