
Mind Sprocket gives voice to simple and honest perspectives. We publish thoughts and experiences on our world. We tell stories.
Daniel Williamson cannot sleep without falling into his vivid and dangerous dreams. I hope you haven’t been taking too much Scripotophypro.
Daniel Williamson cannot sleep without falling into his vivid and dangerous dreams. I hope you haven’t been taking too much Scripotophypro.
Michael Denton and Sylvia Pots own the only private library in Massachusetts. That is until a gerbil-sized creature of surprising danger decided to intervene.
I know what heaven looks like in all four seasons. I know what it looks like in the summer. I know what heaven looks like in the fall. This is my heaven.
A tortured soul’s free-flowing drift through a drunken night in London.
She doesn’t smile much, that woman. Eyes averted, she is the lone bird left to perch on an iron-wrought fence on a foggy, winter morning.
The young man who owns
Café Zia dances with a mop.
He is curious about my ear cuff.
Guess he’s never seen an old woman
wearing a lover on her ear.
The spring wind in Carlisle is a poisoned heat—
the vile sting of Zephyrus’ noxious kisses rage street
There is nothing new under the sun, except people, stories, love, and life.
On her return to writing after a lengthy absence, Bethany shares some of the wrongheadedness that can dissolve one’s creative work ethic.
Living halfway across the world in the cosmopolitan center of the Middle East, this new author loves being “Somewhere Else” completely.