Where does this poem begin? With a drop of lace, draped gracefully over a gallant wrist-- solicitious fingers brushing an errant lock of golden curls over the delicate curve of an ear most tender pale. . And my mind swirls with such verse as would blush that lily petal red. . Then I-- clasping that … Continue reading Whispering Wednesday Presents: No More Metaphors Required
So the writing hasn't been going well. It's just so hard to concentrate these days. At least I have finally started to catch up on my reading, so that's been nice. Anyway, the poems I've been coming up with lately have all been--how shall I put this? Flaccid. Yeah, that's the word I want to … Continue reading Playing With Prompts
The Teletubbies shall know my wrath. Hello Presumed-Humans-- I was nominated for the Sunshine Blogger Award! Oh boy, evidently I have received this nomination twice, from both G.E. Edward Smith of at A Writer's Existence and Jennifer Mugrage at Out of Babel. Thanks to both of you! Since I am trying to do NanoWrimo this … Continue reading Jennifer Asks: What Kind of Non-Fiction Are You Most Likely to Read?
Yes, I cheated. That breath is me breaking out the pan pastels. A Living Ghost It was a snowy winter evening when lonesome wakeful I went wandering,My feet moved of their own accord as I was thoughtless wondering,I was drawn down the road by some strange unknown attraction,and I hardly guessed where I had stepped … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 22. Ghost
The Stone Giant's Treasure For as long as he could remember, which was a very long time indeed, the stone giant had kept watch over the gold in the cave at the top of the mountain. Over the centuries, there were many who had entered the cave to test their mettle and prove they were … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 21. Treasure
The most romantic way to give someone the finger... Mortimer Bixby's Marriage Proposal Mortimer Bixby fell in love with an opera singer.She was one half of a pair of singing sisters.Each was for the other a total dead ringer,But only one wanted to make him her misterMortimer loved only one of the two,But not the … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 1. Ring
The sweeping wind slices its way tenderly through the weeping willows’ tendril boughs Like a paper knife carefully cutting out silhouettes into a kaleidoscope of broken shadows, While the rubicund light bleeds in sun-drops through the jagged edges of the leaves To where we repose entangled in our restlessness beneath the shelter of the trees. … Continue reading Wounded Wednesday Presents: A Paler Shade of Truth
[Content Warning: Adult Language, Sacrilegious Burrito, Pig Latin, Questionable Grammar] Am I asleep? Am I awake? Why did I stay up so late? STARE AT THE SCREEN. STARE AT THE SCREEN. STARE AT THE SCREEN. Click. Click. Fuck. Fuck it. Fuck. What? Am I asleep? Am I awake? Why did I stay up so late? … Continue reading WTF Wednesday Presents: I Don’t Even Know What This Is
Secured, restrained, held close and locked, the windows opened wide— The door was ajar, flashed the light, trapped the fire while it burned inside. … It burned inside. … Blink. … Blink. … Smoke choked slipping down the walls, bled up the corners dripped on the fingertips Teeth split, broken whole, pulled back blackened flesh, … Continue reading Blink, Blink, Kiss, Kiss, Burn, Burn, Hush, Hush
Does it ever happen to you, that you find your head so full of writing ideas during the day, that you barely get anything done at work because you keep getting distracted and jotting down notes about it? And then you get home and sit down to write. And it's like this: Fucking crickets! Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh....
The Rookery 