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 Cut the night left and right Like a surgeon’s sharp...
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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 ink pens, and came up with not only an answer,...
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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 the host Sat the ruins of a long gone king’s...
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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 Thor’s mighty hammer rattling All life shivers to a halt...
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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 Primal reduction where there’re no lies At the core howling...
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This wonderful poem was inked by a beautiful soul, Helen (@Colour_Being on Twitter) and inspired by Time Away. Enjoy! Distance Can’t reach, I’m sorrowed for every inch Of distance - Turns words into whispers, Parts grace In’ Leather and Lace. We dance With longing in every glance. Apart. ..How can you stitch a heart?
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An answer to this poem of yearning was given by Helen (Colour_Being) and what a wonderful answer it is! TIme Away Every breath is heavy Each heart beat thunders I ache due to love’s levy Wonder if I’ll be torn asunder Hours seem like long years Life blurs before my very eyes Your voice,...
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This is for you, and you know exactly who you are…
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This is…free flowing from my heart. This is…pure emotion and dedication. This is…for you, the other half of my One. The First The first touch Binds us forever The first kiss Keeps us together The first taking Leaves us quaking Now I feel you keeping me Yet keeping me at bay Possible is hard...
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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 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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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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Happy Birthday, @jkewell! Kacy is one of my closest Twitter friends, so I wrote this flash fiction piece as my gift to her… Lost, floating, bobbing, and bouncing- off of elbows, knees, and… what the heck was THAT? He wanted to cry out, “I want my mommy!” But all he could do was squeak....
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This week’s memoir prompt is courtesy of Sunny from the blog Sunny Sings the Blues. I am going to paraphrase and add some ideas here and then post her own answer to this prompt in a separate post (this is a must read). (I’m cheating a bit since I’ve already seen her response… heehee…)...
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Series Lets Have Fun Writing» In the past few weeks, we have discussed the Hemen class words, and – Now it’s time for the wimpy class… Editor’s stab them. Good writers rip them out like they were malignant tumors. And why not? Adverbs dirty up prose and other writing, just by being slutty. We...
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Series Lets Have Fun Writing» Lists of particulars. We writers love ‘em, and we use ‘em every chance we get. Inventories can add a ton of images, atmosphere, and/or flow to any writing we do. Last time out; in the article about , I used an example for powerful nouns, from a Philip K....
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I am short on time this week, (meaning I have to work my real job more days than normal – ugh) so I am borrowing a memoir prompt from an awesome writer, mentor and teacher of memoir — Natalie Goldberg. It is a fun prompt with only one rule. It will help you exercise...
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In her book, “Old Friend from Far Away”, Natalie Goldberg tells us to say the phrase “I remember” and let our minds go — recording it with pen and paper or keystrokes — whichever you prefer. “Go, 10 minutes” is one of her catch phrases. She introduces one or two word prompts, tells you...
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Chapter 14 of Lou Willett Staneks book — Writing Your Life — is called “Accomplishments”. Yes, no matter how big or small, we all have them. Writing your life means including acheivements. She says: “Don’t fret if you have been elected to office since you were the treasurer of the eighth grade chess club,...
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Series Lets Have Fun Writing» Last week, we opened the Let’s Have Fun Writing series by talking about and how that habit will help writer’s find their heart and use it when the pen anything. I hope some of you are swearing like sailors at me. I hope your hands are all cramped up,...
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