Land of Sour Milk and Bitter Honey REBLOG

Cast the alabaster referendum Spike the juice, transfix the vanishing liquid Zoom the screenshots, taste the lip gloss Scratch the two percent surface Know nothing, keep the pulse on the dial Seek optimism with self entitlement Wrap your vertebrae around your cell phone Dye the color of mass destruction No dissection, analysis, or an ounce […]

Oxen Mystic REBLOG

I woke up in the middle of the night as sick as a dog. Wait. My dog never got this sick. Henry, my Golden, had the constitution of an ox and the compassion of a Mystic, so he followed me from the bedroom as I raced to the bathroom. I don’t remember what happened next, […]

i’m nanowrimo-ing REBLOG

or trying to,at least i’m working on two different projects which has me working on stories everyday so, yay! but no worries i am still journaling but … i’m nanowrimo-ing CHECK OUT EMJE’s BLOG FOR MORE!

The Mad Puppeteer Announcement – Podcast REBLOG

I hope you’ll click through to The Mad Puppeteer’s blog and give a listen to his interview on Megha Upadhyaya’s podcast, “It’s Never Too Late”. Robert and Megha had a great conversation about art, poetry, social media, and how Robert got into writing. Greetings, my friends! I hope you all are well. Recently, I was […]

Color Of The Wind. REBLOG

You, me — or whoever else Could pour their hearts out on paper, Tears trickling, dripping, merging with the ink — Mixing, forming depictions closely resembling, An impromptu Rorschach test. And when we think we’ve said all we can With no inhibitions. We look around us and see That no one cares — Hell, no […]

Not knowing… REBLOG

All about you, I’d like to know the things that make you smile the ‘car crash’ that still hurts you the love you lost, still feel. All lives have wounds and splinters not all have you as I do, or me as you, to heal, to mend, to restore faith in, in being, giving, feeling. […]

One such devoured moment REBLOG

candice, desert queen and poetess of passion. I adore both her as a woman and her writing and her heart. I am not overt even when good green absinthe is poured over a sugar cube the silver tongs holding sweetness just. I am not overt will not tell you of my sinning urge to strip […]