Today is Christi Floss’ Birthday and what follows is my gift (55 words of Flash Fiction) to her. Christi is a free spirited poet who owns Getting It Right where she unknowingly published one poem in particular, Breathing You, that …pinned me for reasons some of you may guess, and fewer will know. Happiest...
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A love letter I wrote in the moment as it were. This exercise in creative writing, like all my poetry, may or may not have been written for someone specific- I love keeping you all guessing. When I write in the moment, as opposed to writing from recollections of years ago, I write in...
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I have been exploring various forms of poetry as of late- including Mirrored Refrain, Acrostic, and hell, I wrote my fist Haiku last week. I was even tormented and tortured by the Alexandrine(thank you, you know who)—a twelve syllable poem that is two lines of six syllables separated by ||—to the point of almost...
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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 Dashiell Hammet and Raymond Chandler, and has survived since the genre’s pioneer Carroll John Daly’s story, Knights of the Open Palm was published in the June, 1923 issue of Black...
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I turned the burner up a little with this —okay, a lot. But I also toyed with another concept here and will leave it to you, my faithful fans, to discover it. If you do–drop it in the comments…. You Folks Rock!!! The Burn Hungry fire builds in your emerald eyes Those gorgeous orbs...
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Summer is winding down and I was inspired to write another that thrusts the four seasons together with love for another mash-up … The Season of Our Love Summer wanes like a fading ocean tide Autumn will flood and then forge its retreat Leaving Winter’s cold waters to preside Until Spring’s renewal laps at...
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My latest submission, this , was inspired by some very beautiful words I read somewhere. Knowing where I read those words isn’t nearly as important as seeing what I felt because of those words. Inspiration is out there, floating around- all anyone needs to do is to be open and ready for when the...
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My third published in a week is again not a sonnet, hell, I wouldn’t know what to call this except another foray into an emotion uncovered and played with while I watched the sun come up a few days ago… Yes, I am Watching the Sunrise Yes, I am watching the sunrise And holding...
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Though this is no sonnet, it is still awash with the the emotion of love… Our Oak Under an oak atop a small mountain Is where our hearts shall e’er play As our love will flourish every day The nights will keep no angry stain The onslaught of Winter’s icy bite Will ply no...
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I have had many comments on my that end up with ‘Who are you writing these for’, or ‘That is one lucky girl’, or ‘She better know what she has in you’. These are written for no one to speak of- they are results of me finding an emotion and swimming in it for...
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Almost all the way back to conventional crafting for this old dog…. Missing When be those moments of the greatest pain? At what clock ticks does my heart ache and woe? What are those places worry makes great gain? Where lie the avenues of deep sorrow? They’re the long minutes I hear naught of...
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This was written for my darling co-host at EWNN, Sue Reddy-Silverman. She requested it, and I am delivering. Enjoy this Sue… In the Garden of Florida South, in the heat of the peninsula To the very end, a lover wanders Roams the sultry garden of  Florida And he can see one of nature’s wonders...
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Another…yes…. I am addicted and there seems to be no turning back. This one goes back to the classic styles and usage of the sonnet- kinda, sorta, maybe… The Breath of Excalibur The search of a lifetime is nigh to close I know the treasure to be close at hand So near is the...
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Working my way back to a more traditional sonnet than is, but still trying to remain modern in this adventure… 1500cc of Love The ride was nothing short of true greatness A late day sun was full and nurturing The wind gave us waving trees as witness Winged friends had songs of our amore...
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Metaphorically speaking, a Light 2.0 The techs believed all switches went to null They smugly knew all the lights were put out They set the machine down, thinking it was dull Assured they had won, beyond any doubt But somewhere behind circuit boards and wires There remains a beacon burning so bright Mortal men...
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This is my third published —I have few private ones stashed away—and I have to admit I am becoming quickly addicted. Thank you for the structure lesson… A Call For You Goddamn my heart is lost without your hand Reaching into my throat it calls your name Oh please show yourself to this aching...
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Well, now I have gone and done it. For the first time ever, I took a stab at real, structured with this sonnet. I think I like it- geez, me being structured just doesn’t seem right… The Sound Of Freedom Always before, I have kept one foot back Staying behind to give me anchorage...
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Scribbles form my notebook… Breaking Ground Rich In Grade I have shouldered a worthy blade Harnessed a steed of the greatest might Breaking ground rich in grade I’m told the crops can never be right With the horse a true furrow is made Following, I steady a cumbersome plough Breaking ground rich in grade...
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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...
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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 the service- she is golden and ROCKS! Mary- enjoy this 55 word flash fiction story and enjoy the day! Under the din of the O.C., Karen leaned in, “The blood,...
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