Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Oh sweet bleeding heart with your wanton ways are you yearning to take me to my grave?
Being left-handed, I worked hard at writing well. A memory: First grade, a substitute teacher for the day. A regular elementary school in Houston, Texas. But that day I learned I was a spawn of the devil because I wrote with my left hand.… Continue Reading “#Haibun: Writing”
DARLING, love me forever and I will do the same fill our nights with passion burning the eternal flames.
True peace is not merely the absence of tension: it is the presence of justice.” – Martin Luther King, Jr. ‘Tis true, that which binds us also served as a hangman’s rope in the darkest of days If man in his quest to… Continue Reading “A Call For Peace”
The gurgling croaks of the raven’s cry bounces off granite mausoleums weeping for all the dark lost souls
Spectral traces from long ago whispering in every room the sounds of children laughing amidst the tainted ruins
The night is cold, perfect for a dip in the hot tub. Naked, we step out into the brisk air and search for the full moon. Above us, the night sky is rampant with blue-black clouds, backlit by the beautiful orb. Like her namesake… Continue Reading “#Haibun: Wolf Moon”
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