Living the poetry of my awakening, dawn's whiskey showers, stone-washed singing. Spending twilight in prayers as the laughter is contagious on life's gossamer wings. Rewriting the blue of green grass and trees that nature breathes. Touched by fingerprints of the wooded armoire. Autumn's scarlet reds, of blushing nude violets. Living the poetry of my awakening, dawn's whiskey showers. stone-washed singing.

Here we are banning books about Rosa Parks While the Pastor dresses in drag on Sunday Spewing a sermon of love that sounds more like hate Then goes home to berate his wife and children But that's o.k. he asked for forgiveness So next Sunday he'll expose the evils of bourbon White Jesus with his flowing locks and blue eyes Carrying all his divine interventions Can't seem to rise above it all WOW! He gives us a choice of a...

To a flower You are the fragrance And for poetry You are the refrain Something left from a dream Has taken time in place And the Now is only your face like a sea before my eyes Your beauty overflowed my thoughts And wrecked my sails And then, I look at you. Big dark eyes, from Arabian Nights Serenading Muashahat of halcyon glories knights and queens love adventures Love and sacrifice, and still your eyes hold undeciphered...

To quiche is to love, more than a soufflé. A place to niche, a deep dish of memories. Naked as corn, when flour was in the shaker. To only grow old with you, feeling the quiche. Quiche me, Camembert, entering Heaven.

The two friends were out for a walk. The day was so–so–overcast and dull, but the temperatures were warm, and the wind was soft, so they decided to escape the cabin for a while. They were just ambling along, not going anywhere in particular and enjoying it. They’d visited a couple of favorite places – the waterfall, one of the lookouts – and were starting to head home, when they came to a long, gently sloping meadow, with...

I recall a time when I used to view the future clearly Planned out every minute detail purposefully To ensure my life was lived successfully I laid every brick intentionally Nothing could have prepared me, When the boulder rolled down the hill suddenly And when I turned around, the space it once held was empty I broke out into a sprint attempting to halt the inevitability Fixated on the chase, I could not see A cavernous...

As we cautiously approached the door, we could hear the sound of whirring and clanking coming from the other side. We exchanged a worried glance before Mate kicked the door open, revealing a scene straight out of a nightmare. Robotic arms and tentacles protruded from every surface of the bridge, controlling the ship with frightening efficiency. The midshipman Robinson, who had started all of this, was nowhere to be seen....

What if I stopped being annoyed when people don’t follow the rules? What if I didn’t feel compelled to comment when a conversation didn’t include me? What if I just turned up the volume on the television or radio when the speed demon toddler starts to race back and forth over my head? What if I didn’t interrupt my husband while he was telling a story to correct the details? What if I didn’t feel resentment toward a few si...

Although we’ve been together for a number of years, my other half is irritatingly obsessed with trying to find out about my past relationships and how many partners I’ve had. Always fishing and asking questions about my past, drives me insane! When questioned again last weekend, I announced, ‘I could count my previous partners on one hand, I’ll tell you from the beginning if you really want to know. I’ll count them out fo...

The next morning, the two friends were quiet with each other. After saying good morning, and after both had foraged for breakfast, each in their own way, they retired to the porch, Girl to her rocker, Bear to his favourite spot at the end of the porch, looking at the mountains. After a while, Bear got up and said, “I’m going to go for a walk. Like to come?” Girl thought for a moment, then nodded, unwound herself from the...

Karl had been a concentration camp guard during the Second World War. He was known for his cruelty and brutality towards the prisoners, and he took pleasure in their suffering. But when the war ended and he was captured, his life took a strange and unexpected turn. The survivors of the concentration camp had decided that Karl deserved a punishment that was fitting for his crimes. They had hired a powerful witch to cast a...

From Cliffs Notes, prayers in the abbey with the abundance of acorns caps dripping the dew of dawn's pekoe surrounded by shadows in dreams in its spivvy of nature's greenery touched by the monks of tall trees as the scent shaker falls the leaves with the shadow of the rising giving homely to nature and the Bonsai

The heat was staggering as she climbed the steps to the third level of the ferry that would take her to the island. Relief came as a cool breeze off the water once the vessel started moving. Freedom was across this lake; the closer she got, the sweeter it tasted. Allowing herself a full week of joy had its price. But he would touch and taste her until she was completely sated while taking what he needed. She made this tre...

Spring has sprung you can feel it in the air Birds chirping Squirrels throw acorns from the tree tops Breakfast in their bellies, backpacks on First day back from Easter vacation Get in line, drop them at the curbside Hugs and kisses before I go Off to the office, paperwork and meetings Then, an emergency message on the radio Shots fired! My children's school! I drive back in terror Are they hiding under tables Or in a cl...

Girl had found the boxes of books from the storeroom to be a treasure trove. Bear had long forgotten they were there, although he, too, had plundered their wealth when he was a boy, then discarded them when he reached his late teens. Girl was distinctly older than that but found that reading them let her pretend she was a child again, and rediscover a time when life seemed simpler, fresher, and more promising. As such, sh...