Ruminations: Ok, 2017, if this is how ya wanna play …

I never expected it to turn out this way. This wasn’t the plan. I thought I would have gotten up early, made tea or coffee, eaten a croissant in a civilized manner and begun writing like the future author I would become. But it didn’t happen like that. I also thought I would be spending…

Dreams: 02-04-15

You were there. And I was there. And so was Nana. Nana and I were at the house, and we were lying out in the gravel driveway, with our necks propped up on our arms. It was almost comforting, massaging. The sun was out. We went back inside to get cushions or blankets. She sat…

Dreams: 12-03-16

Now, Where on Earth Did I Park that Car … Oh that smile, and that look of yours. You were so tall and sexy. At least when you weren’t telling me you’d be right back, and ending up running into a friend, having drinks and returning an hour later. I couldn’t find my car. No…

News: How to Not Write – by Cory O’Brien

Yes, there are times when you have to stop making excuses, get off your ass and just do it. Then there are others when it’s simply not happening. Brilliant ideas don’t necessarily flow 24/7. And there are moments when the ideas arise, but the writing doesn’t follow. And when people tell you to “just sit…

Prose: Silence!

shhhh … he silenced me 🎶 happy tudor made of matches kisses and hugs and temporary patches 🎶 shhhh … he silenced me good morning, sunshine isn’t it about time to wake up, shape up, cover it with makeup shhhh … he silenced me and she cried, and he lied and a part of them died shhhh…

Prose: Life’s Loves to Ponder

Periodic messages trigger past transgressions, martinis, smokey kisses and a bond that could not be, said I, not he. Hiding behind a courtroom pulpit, the lord threatens hollow promises of a pilgrimage … to the country of my choice. Will I go? Not so. Not so. The Spanish seas are more puissant than the Louisiana…

Haikus: 10-13-16

We share our laughter Shallow breaths and a stumble She dances again

Haikus: 03-31-16

Dear Pen and Paper, You’re all I ever dream of. Let’s make a baby.