I don’t know if it was all the ‘Supermoon’ hype, or my sexy muse at work, but I know I felt something at 1:40 a.m. the other morning- and then dreamed the rest of it later. The Moon Dance The moon, tho’ not full...
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I don’t know if it was all the ‘Supermoon’ hype, or my sexy muse...
After all these months, I finally have an inspired counterpart to the sonnet, The...
My dreams often drop me off at interesting places, and this one left me...
As I sat on the porch at 2 in the morning, a mighty storm...
I don’t know if it was all the ‘Supermoon’ hype, or my sexy muse at work, but I know I felt something at 1:40 a.m. the other morning- and then dreamed the rest of it later. The Moon Dance The moon, tho’ not full...
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After all these months, I finally have an inspired counterpart to the sonnet, The Burn. After The Burn was published, a dear friend asked for an answer to it— of sorts. So I scratched my noodle, wadded up a ton of paper, drained 47...
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My dreams often drop me off at interesting places, and this one left me somewhere I need to be… The Keep of Dreams On a Scottish Knoll, somewhere near the coast Where seas were crashing, spraying salty foam Above the plain, where bramble is...
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As I sat on the porch at 2 in the morning, a mighty storm passed through the landscape around me- crashing into the primal tempest boiling in my soul. This poem is the result… The Rage Rain driving through concrete Wood, trees, and asphalt...
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All should be quiet All should be calm But from my porch I can hear the noise, a clamoring riot An occasional car Passing through town Not all that close Empty morn air brings it from far Frogs sing the song Calling for new...
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Yes- I am howling for you… Burnt Bread Poetry written in spilled flour Powder on flesh, tiger stripes traced Wolfish eyes blazing for hours Last letters blown silent so words would race Verses blurred into whispered growls Nails on skin as two hearts howl...
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Today is Christi Floss’ Birthday and what follows is my gift (55 words of Flash Fiction) to her. Christi is a free spirited poet...
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“REBELLION” 2200 A.D. Journal entry 2210 A.D. …… My days are numbered. I’ve come to realize this. Unless help arrives soon, I fear all...
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Sam Spade, Phillip Marlow, Alexander Black, trench coats, fedoras, violence, and dames. Crime Noir is a literary genre made popular by the likes of...
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Stina de Borinyone Angelica had been with me for quite some time now, it was a harmless thing really, well not really that harmless....
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I looked out from a balcony at one of the edges of Heaven, a curious thing, how can a thing of infinite Nature have...
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Happy Birthday to one of the best Twitter pals out there. Mary (@NanaMary05) is a retired Navy Nurse who didn’t check her heart with...
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I have been haunted by something these past few days; maybe weeks, or even months- so I decided to deal with it the best way I knew how; write it out. The result is this alternative . Thanks for playing along. My flashlight caught something in the enveloping darkness. When I got close to...
In the early 1990′s, my husband, Tim, was the PGA Club Professional at a small, private club in Indianapolis. It wasn’t one of the ritzy clubs where you had to show your w-2 to be admitted but that also didn’t mean there weren’t some well-to-do members . They were varied in backgrounds but all...
- that was Mandee’s memoir prompt from a couple weeks back and I finally decided on getting around to a response. My ‘red-faced’ moment comes about due to a certain amount of ignorance on my part; ignorance that eroded me from 6’3″ to just about two inches tall. Enjoy!
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