Fuck this. And fuck the world. She violently pulled the brush through her long wild hair in one last attempt to tame it. Fuck it all to hell. But isn’t this what you do? You make yourself presentable. Put on matching clothes that say, ‘I’m not a slob but I’m also not so vain as […]
It can’t be ALL bad…. right?!!
Recently my friend and fellow writer, Spiral Artist, inspired something in me. He wrote a poem the other day that used my blog title “Raw Earth Ink” as a ‘prompt’ of sorts. This got me thinking… Thanksgiving, a time we set aside to give thanks for what we have, has just passed while Christmas, a […]
During the yearly music festival, it can get wild out here. Especially during the guitar-screaming, bass-pounding, throat-numbing heavy metal days… or should I say nights? Everywhere you look there’s leather and jeans, long hair and tits. Boots and beer. Inked flesh and pierced skin. This year was no exception and was turning out to be […]
She longs to feel his fingers trace over all the inked lines found etched across her body. ©️tara caribou – 2017
Working with Nitin at Fighting the dying light was quite the trip. He zigged, I zagged, and somehow Moe’s tragic tale was woven. Hang on to your hats…. Every day was much the same. Day in, day out. He sat upon his doorstep, his thin, deeply tanned naked arms resting on his knobby knees. Knees […]
Maybe you’re right Maybe I am scared Maybe I’m afraid to be happy Maybe I hide behind these lines Maybe I can’t see any other way Maybe I should learn to be brave Maybe I should get on that plane Maybe I should meet you for lunch Maybe Just maybe Maybe I can see possibilities […]
Eagles are wheeling and turning Circling just off the cliff’s edge An occasional screech and On they continue A pair or seagulls harasses one And the raptor relents flies off We think of those birds as superior When the littler ones seem to win Every time Oh to have those wings To fly, cool breeze […]
There’s an owl that lives on my property and he’s out there hoo-hoot-hooing all night long and I wish that for a night or two I could become an owl myself and sit in higher branches than he and see exactly what he sees. I wonder if his beautifully haunting call strikes terror in the […]
What I like about bluerooster’s writings is that he says a whole lot in and around the actual point. He throws words down and mixes them up. Laying down sentences only to strategically remove a key word or two. The reader is allowed to fill in the rest. I find his posts to be whimsical […]
