Tag: Writing

This Blessed Room

This room, blessed with undeniable energy… I write to lilting music of fishes swimming in a castled world Lovebirds feeding outside the window, chattering their secret language Sun refracts through a suspended prism, as rainbows dance on pale pink walls And there on one,…

Writing in the Dark

“While I’m writing, I’m far away; and when I come back, I’ve gone.”–  Pablo Neruda In the darkest hours when loneliness calls my name stormy tears threatening with thunder and lightning pain and I refuse to see the torrential rain. Instead, I pen sun…

Promote Yourself Monday- July 30, 2018

Originally posted on Go Dog Go Café:
Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday.  All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from your blog into the comments section below. If…

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?

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