Lothlorien Poetry Journal

  Ridin’ in the Dewdrop Car Vignette By Dale Scherfling I was cruising in the Dewdrop Car when Ms. Henderson called my name for the third...

  Winter’s Exposed Frame The year bends its back to the North. It bares the bones of the earth. Colors fade. The landscape stands stripped,...

  My bodyguard Flash Fiction Story By Andrea Tillmanns   Sometimes I think no one can see this being. But it has always been with me, ...

  Dec 23rd   Winter surreptitiously, slithered in, bringing stiff Easterlys, sends shivers, down spines, as the last bee, fe...

  cutter mercy is the cutter cuts through the suffering  brings light so we may see that other side where love hides waiting for us to rise ...