9″ and counting. Please. Stop. Raining. Thinking naughty things, not about rain? Here comes more rain. Sleepy-time again. Island flooded; prayers for Haiti’s people. Another rift, another gift stepping forward. Dancing in circles. Exhausting or invigorating? Believing the lies; forgotten little one. Writing is connecting deeply with oneself. Six word stories creating a fuss. CountingContinue reading “Six Word Stories: Another Lost Chapter “
Exalted, she shouted, “Fuck Your Mediocrity.” Having reached critical mass, making glass!
This is the sound of surrender. ~~~ This condition, my mission: to change. ~~~ Create me, destroy me, again…again. ~~~ For alone she lived quite miserably. ~~~ Marching to her own rhythm again. ~~~ He could love you as you. ~~~ So freeing and liberating to be concise! ~~~ Oops, I did it again. Me?!Continue reading “Six Word Stories x Six + 2 bonus”
Revealed by sands time washed away. Lining the shore are golden-lided jars. Littered beaches in the star’s heart. Riddled with broken memories; past traumas. Filled with sharp shards; broken mirrors. Buried in sand to protect memories. Buried carefully and lovingly through toil. Her hands were bloodied, broken, soiled. Flesh worn thin from the undertaking. TheContinue reading “Golden Jars Buried in the Sand”
Monday morning lament: fuck, so soon?!
in the silence she lives, freely. inspired by unbolt. check out the post, you must!