J.J. Robbins

This is my hand at poetry. I thought of it while I wrote "Memories" but couldn't find a place to include it in the narrative. Think of it as the delete scene of that story.

Ina’s Song

The chant in my head, though left for dead.

I could not leave the past behind.

I live eternally on, not sure why.

The stone, black as night, caused my flight

Silver speckled with stars.

To think it was this that caused me to be marred.

This token I claimed as mine

I wandered far and wide,

Never understanding why.

To my...

"What makes you itch to pull out that keyboard and type away? Or to go "old school" and pull out a pen and paper?"

This is question I have been asked and frankly, the answer changes.

My stories can be sparked by a song. Something haunting or just unearthly playing will conjure images of a place or a scene that I must capture. Other times its in nature, first I try to capture it on my camera-I love to take photos but I am a hobbyist at best. For example, Mother Nature has given us not just one...