Poetry: Being



They are here

The fresh, nippy air flows through their lungs

They live here

The sky’s endless expanse above them

They feel here

Far up the crowds are breaking open

They see here

A shiny light, the moon is not full

They give here

Thousands of people who don’t see it

They overcome here

Does no one know to esteem our world?

Do you live it?

Do you feel it?

Do you see it?

Do you give it?

Do you overcome it?

Are you?

By Maike

An Inkling


Short Story: Peter Grey

You will probably notice that there are several words in this story that have been posted in bold… at one of our meetings each member was given ten or eleven vocabulary words, that had been selected by another member, to be included in a short work of any genre. We had quite a bit of fun with this experiment and Peter Grey was my attempt. The work did not need to be the writers best, or even close to their best, nor did it need to make sense to anyone but the writer! I hope you enjoy this, very short, fictional biography!

I’m going to tell you the story of a man, a sea-captain to be specific. His name was Peter Grey, his father was apostolic and his mother was almost vixen like (how these characters came together we shall never know). Peter was disunited with his parents when he was but seven. He was received thence by his uncle, the back friend of many, William Drinker was his name, and his wife Trust. An unusual name to be sure, but never was a name more befitting. Now you might expect our hero’s character to have been trisected, with the influence of so many and so different people, but I am glad to say that good influences triumphed over the evil ones in young Peter’s life and he grew into a man of honour and integrity. When he was 18 years old he ran away to fight the French, when the war was over (Peter was 21) he inherited his late uncle William Drinker’s entire sea port. So our hero embarked on a journey that carried him to the importous waters of southern Sweden to strange and far off India, whence he learned to hunt the caraboa and ride the great elephant. Now that Peter had traveled and fought, he felt he lacked greatly in the domestic line of happiness so he traveled to England to his hometown. Here he found his aunt Trust quite as snug as when he had left. Now madam was a bit of a harmless matchmaker, and so , she invited a dear friend and her daughter to come for a visit. Naturally Peter must meet them! Mrs. Tabitha Ritter’s daughter Priscilla was young, beautiful, and possessed a sweet temper. As expected our hero fell in love with Priscilla and she with him for he was the dashing, heroic, and good, young sea-captain that she saw him to be. They were married the following Spring and lived in ecstasy, for a time, until Peter was called back to his ships. Priscilla was rather frail so that she was unable to travel aboard her husband’s vessel like other sea wives of her day. The long days alone were rather oppressing to Cilla, so till she grew strong , she stayed with Peter’s aunt Trust (her own mother had lived only long enough to see her only remaining child marry). When Peter returned a number of months later Priscilla was quite strong, so she and our hero sailed off into a glorious sunset wherein they had two shy of zeta beautiful strong and noble children.
And they lived happily ever after till the end of their days.

By Ia Stavig
An Inkling