Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Every day she returns to this glen where the forest floor is damp and lush and the mushrooms bloom. Long ago, these memories were left here with the trees, and this is where she always finds them. He was the love of her life,… Continue Reading “In The Forest Glen”
“As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.” ― Pablo Neruda He is but a man, an ordinary man, yet~he dares to alight near my moon-glow flesh, and I cannot speak his name, for I have been… Continue Reading “But a Man”
“She didn’t quite know what the relationship was between lunatics and the moon, but it must be a strong one, if they used a word like that to describe the insane.” ― Paulo Coelho, Veronika Decides to Die I drank the delicious moon one dark balmy night… Continue Reading “I Drank the Moon”
Only a nick, a tiny scratch a heart broken in two it’s easy to mend all the cracks with a little tape and glue. But this you should know about a paper heart, once it burns, catches fire love dies, leaving nothing but ash.… Continue Reading “Only a Nick”
She gathers feathers and broken blue eggs, discarded treasures from the birds A shadow box of wispy memories are proof that life endures. Author’s Note: I have been ill and missed the Tuesday Poetics- Art as Inspiration but I loved the art and managed… Continue Reading “The Feather’s Gift”
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” ― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables We are coming to the end of a searing and brutal summer. The monotony of the heat is laborious and draining. There are only so many perfect… Continue Reading “#Haibun: Laborious Summer”
The night air is oppressive as lightning flashes in the skyZeus wreaks havoc tonight, with his angry bolts that strike.As a vicious storm comes roaring across the arid deserthuge raindrops hit, plopping onto dry as dust earth.I close my eyes, breath in forgotten scent… Continue Reading “Tempestuous Sky”
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