Snow angel..

  I love the mystery that resides behind new, freshly fallen snow. The snow that sticks, That clings like static, That wraps you tight, And never lets go. For mere moments in time the world is grand. It’s mine for the taking. ...

Be-Mused

  For all the stories, tales, and legends that exist, not a single one of them paints a true picture of a Muse. Most people can recount the tale of the Sirens, jealous of their much more beautiful counter parts, challenging the Muses to a...

Caged

Blowing the dust off of this piece for my dear friend. Enjoy.     Watching from a safe distance and having the assurance of a sturdy iron cage to protect them, they all stopped to marvel at her. She was as graceful as anything they had...

My Father Used To Say...

They were sitting at a table next to mine, a father and his daughter.  He was imparting life lessons in rapid succession, the way fathers who don't get to spend much time with their children sometimes do. She listened quietly, swinging her feet back...

Aching In Moonlight

Moon's glow casting eerily Shadows weaving verily Tears reflecting Heart detecting Gently, breeze sweeps drearily Night sounds creeping into play Drowning the last of the day Tears are flowing ...

A Princess' Journey

Once upon a time, there was a princess who lived in a castle, but the princess was never happy.   All her life she was very lonely, unhappy and always felt trapped.   The princess' mother the evil queen, fooled everyone with her kindness...

Just A Dream...

I see the roses bloom I see the fog lifting I see the sight I feel the sun light on my skin Can I possibly be... Could I actually be seeing... Am I seeing or am I dreaming... Am I really seeing my Mother & Father?...

Not Scribbles--Forgetting #3

  As if I could compete with Elizabeth Bishop.... Body Memory inspired by leonard cohen we write to know what to abandon, what to throw away.  We write, wanting to forget but remember again with our writing. ...

summer

we watched our demise through a shaded car window laughing mad with it skin sweaty stuck to hot leather seats cigarette drooping from drooling lips predators ravenous for a full stomach for a full head wind rips through tangled hair...

my revolution

i could've changed the world if i was born before the world changed i walk around at dusk pumping my arms full of inspiration starry-eyed and euphoric if only the new world saw it that way i would have been a visionary exciting and...

spaces

burn the cities and bury the ashes children cry for heaven and look up into empty skies look down upon bare feet wishing upon the light from stars that have been long dead throwing hope at ghosts neither will vanish quickly both are...

Beacon

  A beacon of Creative light Melodic might and Soulful sight Seeing beyond The ties And bonds Ill-conceived Spirits, bereaved Drawing love Painting words Upon the hearts Of angels... Lyrical poet ...

Not the Scribbles Challenge--Love #1

Fixing Flesh   and who would’ve thought it’d be these hands— callused, scarred, stained black by diesel and dirt dark rings of dirty oil like some satanic French manicure; hands that fix forever flywheels and...

Campfire Stories

Here is my idea:  What?  I will propose writing project starters for anyone who wants to participate.  Occasionally, the project might be to write an advertisement for a product or to present a discussion between two or more characters. ...

Smoke Dissolves - Loving Once More: A poem

Smoke dissolves the blackness crawls it swarms stinging and clawing dragging you away! The dreams do not go they cut at me reminding me of silky visions of summer bright beams that once graced me the child in the dark!...

Sexy Tuesday - Franco battles a demon

Okay, this section itself isn't explicit, but it's approved by my publisher for me to post.  For a full look at Chapter 1, head over to Liquid Silver Books.   Angel in the Middle - Franco battles a demon   Franco stepped aside as a second...

Nanowrimo Starts Tomorrow!

Are you up for the challenge? 50,000 words between November 1 and November 30.  If you haven't tried it before, why not sign up this year. It's free. It's fun. And by the third week of November you'll be discovering lots of new ways to wonder -- why...

mindf*#k 2

She is here again. She is here and wishes she were somewhere else, when she lets herself think about it on any meaningful level. She is here, with him. His hands are on her, in her, over her. She watches, detached, as he spends himself with her. It...

mindf*#k

She doesn't want romance tonight; not prudence, nor etiquette.  In her head, she has pushed him against the wall, divested him of his shirt, has pressed her bare breasts into him, kissed him, aroused him. She can feel his hardness against her...

NaNoWriMo

It is that time again! November is National Novel Writing Month and this will be my second year participating. The challenge is to write a novel of 50,000 words in just 30 days and 30 nights. Kickoff is only some 2.5 days away and I have...

Weaving Love

(Post from old account) A collaboration of thoughts ~by~ Punch and EZWAYZ   :heart:   Many would think me foolish Could they but glimpse upon my thoughts My heart The reflection of my eyes ...

Stone Roses

      Stone roses One supposes Not nearly as romantic As their softly-bloomed counterparts But of these hearts And of these thoughts Who is to say such Like...

Sexy Tuesday--closer to done

She is ambivalence even when there is nothing to choose. She can't be content with what she has; wants always something she cannot have. She thinks happiness is always something just about to happen, thinks it something to hold in her hand. There...

Truly Loves Jonathon

Everything we are exists in the extreme Everything we do is done without reserve We laugh We cry We console We validate We advise We disagree We hurt We hide But weaving through everything we do Everything we say ...

in process

She is ambivalence even where there is nothing to choose. She can't be happy with what she has. She thinks happiness is always something just about to happen, thinks it something to hold in her hand. She is caught between the two, two who would...