Toward A Different Stream

          I meander a bit diverging, twisting, and flowing aimlessly dodging stagnant conventions dabbling in a little of this and that never a straight path enticed nor pondered sinuous cerebrum crevices like a waterfall, forever flowing I meander, a persistent crooked stream through motionless, manmade ponds escaping raging rivers and confusing channels toward…

Nature Pleading

You howled along the coast like an angry host accosting a frightened town with a category four more  critical than ever before catastrophic floods rose appose street rows and continued to rise devastating priceless lives transposing rivers on dry ground drenching opposed citizens fleeing treasured abodes lives shattered and unrecoverable but memorized as they fled…

Magical Realism

It’s important for writers not only to write consistently, but also to read, and read a lot, especially in their genre of choice. I grew up reading many different genres, but none have fascinated me as much as Magical Realism which has inspired my writing greatly. Magical Realism (Magic Realism, Fabulism) is a  genre encompassed not…

Carefree

  Tethered to desk and steel quill, toes rapping, fingers tapping an ever so slight facial mapping explodes epiphany quelling deep deliberation, impelling ink on paper  a discordance of metal savages tranquility eliciting colorful ephemeral memories of bangles  jangling on a breeze, swatting bees plucking leaves, climbing trees carefree days with not a worry running,…

Gossamer Hands

  I’m a passenger on a predestined journey Guided by hands I cannot see When I stumble she pulls positioning me forward When I fall she lifts with inspiring energy When I fumble and flop she swerves not deterred In a range of angles, I cannot see No constraints can defeat my invisible Marionette Who…

Mindless Snacking

  Okay, I couldn’t help but be a little ridiculous with today’s word prompts, snack and magnet. The first thought that came to mind was mindless snacking sticking to my gluteus maximus. 🙂 A snack is a magnet to my back not my spine, literally my behind molded in svelte lines my derriere must not…

Arrival

I long to escape local scenery Mountainous high-rises, condo beehives Cringe-worthy lives squarely compartmentalized Glassy illusions of life I long for nature’s bucolic beauty rolling hills, sky-high trees, misty breezes along sunny speckled creeks I long to escape behind the wheel and watch nature rush past in verdant rows I close my eyes escaping towering…

Born All Soul’s Day

  I love a good fright Is it because I was born two days after Halloween on All Soul’s Day In a Southern home one charcoal night as Spanish moss sung lullabies to my infant cry Or is something more nefarious my soul longs to feel as I commit pen to paper Crafting supernatural chills…

Time

  As I sat in the familiar comfort of my chair, a spot that’s become sacred the last year, I paused time with a deep sigh, a breath, a release before I began writing a novel I’ve been weaving for some time. A favorite quote punctured my mind and I felt the need to share….

Rivalry of Heart and Mind

Foolhardily romantic  Prone to vagaries of the heart She wages a constant battle of antitheses A rivalry of heart and mind Seldom, her intellect’s won Til sorrowly inflicted by lies and betrayal Her mind and heart hardened symmetrically Fool-hearted no longer She tenders affections wisely   Click To View Video Artwork: Courtesy of Thomas C….