STORMS COMING
“I can hear your whisper and distant mutter. I can smell your damp on the breeze and in the sky I see the halo of your violence. Storm I know you are coming.”
Luthiel's Song : Dreams of the Ringed Veil.
by Robert Fanney
"Writers shouldn't fear criticism. Instead, they should fear silence. Criticism is healthy. It gets people thinking about your work and, even better, it gets them talking and arguing. But as for silence -- it is the greatest killer of writers. So if you hate a book and want to hurt it -- don't talk about it. And if you hate my books -- please, for God's sake, shout it from the hills! ”
“I can hear your whisper and distant mutter. I can smell your damp on the breeze and in the sky I see the halo of your violence. Storm I know you are coming.” ― Robert Fanney
— Breezie (@breeze420.bsky.social) July 14, 2025 at 4:31 AM
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The Busters
Saint George a cross, Near
Sussex
Our Family Lake Side Rests In Lets
Summers, fresh cut grass, burn, skin, books, fun,
fossils found in small shaly cliffs,
boats, mucking about in boats,
as Summer Buster brews like tick tock clock work,
Comes cloudy roaring raging from deep south,
comes salty strands of stinging side ways briny in shallow creamy caps
whipped, wild released southerly buster bursts now in laughing
Storm buoys as we retreat, we
slowly, smiling, sated,
Go, Go Up The Hill
safe,
behind The Glass.
by Tony Searl
