This Old Bowl

A thing of memory (Drabble Prompt) This old bowl reminds me of where I have been and the climb that came with it. A life of drunken abuse and waste. From birth till the day I broke through rock bottom, to find the cellar. A darker place where there was nothing and no one; exceptContinue reading “This Old Bowl”

Where Do Poems Come From?

Creative Thoughts by Chris Bunton I cannot speak for all poets. I can only speak for me. My poems come from inspiration. Or from Spirit. Or flows from within. It’s hard to tell. But it just comes. Sometimes I can turn on the spigot, but not totally control what comes out. Other times it leapsContinue reading “Where Do Poems Come From?”