About kingmidget
About the name. I was the youngest of four. Until I got to kindergarten, I didn't have much to say. All I had to do to get what I wanted was to point, and a sibling, or loving parent, would fulfill my request. As a result, my father coined the nickname -- King Midget. At least that's the way the story goes.
I am a father, husband, friend, and lover, writer, runner, pizza maker, baker, and many other things. What I am not is my occupation. It is my job that pays the bills and provides for my family. But, it does not define me.
A response to Trent Lewin’s short story of the same name. It struck something in me and I wanted to take a different approach. These Parts Your lips, soft and warm and moist. They whispered against my skin. I brushed … Continue reading →
Rippling water Reflecting light And shadows Rushing Whispering ripples Filling quiet And sound Falling Dancing sun Sparkling bright And clear Running Nature dances Peaceful sounds And signs
I just read part of a thread on Twitter. It was prompted by a writer who saw a FB conversation about whether writers should write stories with a narrator or POV from a gender other than their own. The writer … Continue reading →
What do we hide As we walk down the street Wrapped in shirts and blouses Pants and skirts What do we hide Behind our laughing smiles When we grimace and frown Or just turn away What do we … Continue reading →
Over at my blog, I posted awhile back about how writing prompts can help a struggling writer. In that post I highlighted Eat. Create. Repeat. – Kira’s blog where she posts regular prompts that run the gamut from poetry prompts … Continue reading →
A few months ago, I was invited to contribute a short story to a collection that would revolve around the theme of utopia … as an antidote to the dystopian literature that seems so prevalent these days. I actually came … Continue reading →
To Osaka blows Wind waving the pampas grass Good-bye love, life fades To Osaka blows Swirling, shivering wind, snow Drying with summer Wind waving the pampas grass Two lovers lay, sun shines down Moments, hours, days Good-bye love, life fades … Continue reading →
