William StubblefieldChildless Cat Ladies and My Fantasy AdventureHow did my apolitical novel suddenly become political?Sep 5Sep 5
William StubblefieldinCrow’s Feet: Life As We AgeThe Dark LadyA metaphor for my feelings and thoughts about life and deathJun 262Jun 262
William StubblefieldinCrow’s Feet: Life As We AgeTaraIt snowed heavily last night, and I found myself waking to the task of Shoveling a hundred feet of driveway.Feb 7, 20225Feb 7, 20225
William StubblefieldinCrow’s Feet: Life As We AgeRenaissance—A SonnetFragments of the past once filled my mind, Adolescent complaints from long ago. Although those petty flames no longer shine, Their shadows…Jun 10, 2021Jun 10, 2021
William StubblefieldinCrow’s Feet: Life As We AgeContractionJames Cobb, the drummer on Kind of Blue with the Miles Davis Sextet Died last year. I bought the album When I was twelve years old…Feb 12, 20212Feb 12, 20212
William StubblefieldA Political PoemThe day Donald Trump began his campaign For the presidency, a few in congress (Mainly presidential candidates), Called out his cruelty…Jan 18, 2021Jan 18, 2021
William StubblefieldinILLUMINATIONFor MerryIn place of the gift I had forgotten to bring you:Oct 3, 20202Oct 3, 20202
William StubblefieldinILLUMINATIONHaiku on FaithCertain in your faith? Certainty’s a dream. The fruit of faith is courage.Sep 11, 2020Sep 11, 2020