Poems by Kit…
When we are born there’s some who say that we are blank as slate, That nature pales to nurture just as good might pale to great. To this I say they’re not half wrong, but also not half right. Give credit to the soul that sings through every single fight.
Category Archives: Creative Writing
Flash Fiction #1: The Good, the Bad, the Cuddly
I aim to come at this tale sideways, like the great train robberies of old. Because the only way you survive on the frontier is by staying one step ahead of the things naturally inclined to pick you off: roving bandits; wolves; cholera; stray bullets; evil duchesses; cursed totems. Even cats.
