Tag: Writing

Exciting News!

Good Morning to all my wonderful followers and readers, I am excited to announce that one of my short stories, is in the following anthology! I am honored and as you may guess, emotional. Every author dreams of their words to be shared with…

Living Left in a Right World

“I’m quite tired of beating myself up to write. I think I’ll start letting the words slip out like a tired child. “Can I have a piece of pie” he asks, and then he’s asleep back on the cusp of the moon.” – Jim…

Purity

“You can’t write the clear biography of the aches and pains inside your skull” ~ Harrison from Skull /  Songs of Unreason I didn’t decide to be a poet.   Rather, the poet found my mind lush fertile ground for prophecies and fantasies to be…

Leap

“So I sit on the edge, wagging my feet above the abyss” ~ Jim Harrison from Bridge / Dead Man’s Float Falling Dare I to leap into this black abyss

Into The Fire

  The space always is and in this space I am.*   I breath this air surrounding me, holding tight to my soul energy Living in my head with my fantasies.

Spilling Time

Flaunting my stripped being thoughts spilling forth, haunting molten metaphors erupting exploding from my heart without warning

Quiet Nakedness

Here in my garden, there is peace; there is a quiet stillness. I sit, with pencil and stark white paper, writing. Baring my naked soul for all who read to see. My sorrows, my hopes, my dreams, my downfalls. A butterfly flutters by, landing…

Haibun: Loneliness

A little over a year ago, I left my career. I had a high pressure position that demanded a great deal of my time. My travel was extensive and the only times I was alone was in a hotel room. I used those moments…

Scribing Thoughts

Scribing thoughts in pale candlelight shadows dancing across the page passionate dark mysteries unraveling Is it my muse or my wise old sage?

#Haibun: Writing

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….

#Tanka: Journey’s End

To this resting place erratic journeys taken

#Tanka: Heart Wounds

An anguished soul writes with a hunger, wanting love

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