My soul craves solitude — a walk in the desert to collect my blurred thoughts and so I’ll go on a journey across miles and miles and wide-open skies and as I embrace the blazing sun and cool, crisp nights, all will be right again photo: mine prompt: #aprpad – day 10, #napowrimo – day 10, Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge Continue reading Desert Dreams
it bares its teeth and I remember I feel its weight in my bones I spew its language brown and muddy I am lost it settles in my skin and I shudder I miss sunlight I miss fresh air it digs deeper and I weep lost a familiar presence this beast my constant companion drawing fine lines that slowly crack along an old path These … Continue reading Blue
I am there with you as the weary waitress pours lukewarm coffee into a cracked teal cup I hear you muse aloud, wondering how bones disintegrate over time and what you could do to hasten that process and as the night grows cold and the sky darkens I am there with you The seedy jazz club there on the corner, a perfect cover for the … Continue reading Characters
If we were having coffee today, February 3rd, I’d invite you in and share some of these delicious gingersnap cookies. They’ll go perfectly with our cappuccinos. Don’t mind Rocco. He’s been extra cuddly lately, along with Little Kitty. Must be the cold. I’d ask how you’ve been faring during this polar vortex. It’s been brutal! I’d show you the pictures I took of the water … Continue reading If We Were Having Coffee, February 3rd
Today’s poem is a preview of Remy’s Revenge which is the sequel to my book, Tales from Blarnach. And so they emerge from clay ice crystals gleaming in the sun as daggers ready to pierce the day shallow souls follow they follow Wicked ones bend ‘round the mist wafting through vents in cracked walls waiting for evil lurking in their midst shallow souls lost and hollow lost … Continue reading Remy’s Revenge
Minutes tick away as my shadow soul sails under the new moon glazed with a hint of joy I write your name in neon white and frame it with jewels collected from the morning rain I snap open this pandora’s box What will be will be but this moment depends on you A prelude to every song we will sing together photo: Pixabay prompts: Go … Continue reading Prelude
With pen and I paper, I aspire to paint portraits with words that find color in a black and white world I value each hue that brings new perspective to thoughts we may share and understanding to ideas not yet considered While wandering in a place of my own creation, I invite each reader to come along and teach me, to show me … Continue reading Mission Statement
Here in the quiet places where sleep brings respite and peace I am lost in your arms Healing found in your embraces calms a troubled mind as worries cease Here in the quiet places Must be spells and magic charms this power to soften and strengthen in a space where sleep brings respite and peace And when morning comes, when my eyes meet yours I … Continue reading Quiet Places
It begins in the usual places borne of winds skirting between totems and pillars and prayer that breath of belonging once lost and twice found rising from stars collapsing in the night sky that urge to move forward counting steps taken even after the fall when gravitas redefines purpose and a new way is revealed she finds a way This is courage … Continue reading Courage
Composure, that veil I wear to overcompensate these fears migrating between heart and soul pausing just long enough to linger beneath these words I write and write again as I battle feelings creeping, taunting, challenging endlessly as the final product seems never enough, never quite right ⸺ crisp is the page as I draw a deep breath and begin yet again photo: Pixabay prompt: Go … Continue reading Complacency
I was playing for pride that evening, a bottled night waiting to explode It was moon-kissed, silver-edged and self aware Ignorant of the challenge ahead, I borrowed audacity to probe and confound inciting at times that white hot anger that knew no secrets, no control Imagine if you will the scene that played out as fate took a terrible turn Immersed in the marriage of … Continue reading Born Again
Some people long for blooming darkness velvet blackness where the lonely seek cover with the eyes of a discarded doll even as spirits commune to hear each teardrop as it falls Some people long for endless accolades syrupy sweetness encased in lyrics that lie to invent personas which claim there is more than meets the eye even as spirits commune to compose writings that speak … Continue reading Long Ride Home
