Life will become what it is, my time a flash of tiny light dancing in a celestial stream. . Why fear death when the prison of body falls away? We soar above the… Continue reading
Life. That place between birth and death. Some days I think Birth and Death have a bet going. Can’t you just see it? Birth says, “Let’s throw some humans on top of Earth… Continue reading
Abandoned down a dirt road they pattered into my life. Brothers side by side. …and now… Other Brother Coon Cat asks, with a tremulous meow, “Why am I alone?” After eight years he… Continue reading
If you want to participate, here’s the link: https://ramblingsofawriter2016.com/2018/01/17/weekly-tanka-prompt-poetry-challenge-week-80-nature-peace/ <_><_><_> OKAY — I’m trying something new and don’t know what the H.E. double L I’m doing. These are the rules for the following particular… Continue reading
If you want to participate, here’s the link: https://scvincent.com/2017/09/28/thursday-photo-prompt-signs-writephoto/ Anywhere but here, I know not where I travel, avoidance my path. Bones speak to my fears displayed on a wall where all… Continue reading
#writephoto Click on the link to find out how to participate. Rock away the years …Rocking horse to rock’n’roll… creak your rocking chair. Slowly growing toward death, children learn our fear of life.
When I die no one will see the books unborn inside of me. The infant pages needing flow, in drafted form will never grow, and books awaiting editing, in boxes languish eyes unseen. If nothing… Continue reading
. Walking the horizon of a quiet life, toes sink into pristine beach, the echo of a distant train calls out, “danger.” Water recedes, intuition knows, then, you remember. The heart fights to escape. You dare not look,… Continue reading