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, […]
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!
in the distance a voice thunders irate, inconsolable a thousand stones raining down high to low, gaining momentum a mother bear with suckling cubs cowers in her den a hare, its ears flat against its back, lays motionless in the thicket but for the twitch of its nose even the raven, with her blue-black feathers […]
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 […]
arctic cold seeps through bones night sky, twinkling lights, crisp, clear a moving star becomes something more back and forth, back, forth, now around circles and speed, defying logic minutes earlier booms rattled the trees, then our hearts another light, brighter than the full moon rises, rises, rests, holds, disappears camera lifting as puffs of […]
Looking within, I see a vast darkness, twisting trails and hollows best left unseen. Vines wrap around my weakened ankles while my spine rattles in desperation. Looking at you, I see verdant green and a cool breeze rustling the branches. A breath of salty air fills my lungs. I inhale your scent deep inside. You […]
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 […]
your soft honeyed lips whispered little secrets and sweet lies my ears stretched and strained longing for more my heart knew better still I ached musical lyrics or lines of poetry I listened wishing each word was true I inclined myself to you hoping dreaming one day lies would become truth so press those lips […]
she smiles, peering from high above her laughter, the breeze upon the cheeks of men even the mountain stretches forth to attain her yes, her countenance blesses all who touch her her hair, feathering, white and radiant on some mornings or billowing and untamed on some afternoons or shadowed and crowned in the sun’s final […]
Excellent writing advice for writers! I highly recommend you click through and read her article. I’ve had this interesting question from Jan. A friend has finished drafting her first novel. She asked me to proofread before she sends it to agents.… Critiquing a friend’s book… how do you tell them it doesn’t work?