Category: BrewNSpew Cafe 2018/2019

BrewNSpew Cafe – November 4, 2019

breathless mist curling quiet noise stills the forest a November day And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,No longer blown hither and thither;The last lone aster is gone;The flowers of the witch-hazel wither …–Robert Frost (1874-1963) Presenting the week’s prompt – You may use the word(s), phrase and/or image to interpret the prompt. Because of…

BrewNSpew Cafe – October 14, 2019

souls drift in silence eerie sounds assault the air intoxicating Dreams are illustrations… from the book your soul is writing about you. – Marsha Norman Presenting the week’s prompt – You may use the word(s), phrase and/or image to interpret the prompt. Due to my blog having some youthful followers, please and thank you for…