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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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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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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- 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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My answer to Mandee’s memoir promt, , is not one full of hope or planning… I booted my senior year of high school. Wasted, punted, threw away, trashed, shredded and wadded up that sucker like it was an empty Taco Bell bag. When early June of 1976 came along, I was nowhere near that...
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In this response to the prompt for memoir submitted by guest poster, Sunny, I tell a story of an angel’s reward… My mom had given up her seven long years of fighting against cancer. She was done with treating it and had made peace with her God. She decided to spend the rest of...
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This short fiction piece is an alternative history/alternative present story I wrote as a birthday gift for someone very dear to me. Happy Bearthday, Petunia! What a glorious day, she thought as she stopped on her porch long enough to look out over the city. The same sun that warmed her face also exposed...
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