Poem 023 – So I Jumped
Stop said my wounded heart, I cannot take another hit. Wait said my head, this is ludicrous, silly, just quit.
It Comes in the Night, a Sudden Fiction story
The door flung open as its fur splattered against the wall. It drew a long gurgling breath and lunged at the fluorescent bulb, breaking it. Darkness fell in an instant. I could barely make out its decaying form; what was left of it at least, as it dripped down the wall, peeling the wallpaper and …
Poem 022 – Bitter Sweet Bliss
He whispered my darling through the lush of his lips, Delicious words that scorched; burned bittersweet bliss. He spoke my love with such tender release, Numbed my conscience the ravenous marvelous tease.
The Locked Door, a Short Story
Denyeko froze where she stood watching the shadow move beyond the threshold. The locked door had hardly fazed her before now. Like the manor, Lord Lanka’s study stood resting in pious vintage glory at the end of the corridor; the forbidden room. In spite of her rank and title, Lady Lanka was the only one …
Poem 021 – When Love was Love
If I could climb back through time, slip away out of sight, I would fly back to the time when love was love and all that mattered was the two of us.
Get Ready – Daily Writing Prompts
In the wake of the pandemic, the need to Get Ready and stay prepared for any and all emergencies has definitely hit home. Get Ready Day was established in the mid-2000s by the Public Health Association and the Get Ready website has a wealth of information to help those interested.
To My Golden Throngs, a Sudden Fiction Story
There once was a lion, so tall and grand, with glossy eyes and long ochre mane. Beloved he was, the golden king, with his thunderous roar and mighty claws. The king would rise to escort the sun. He beat the wind from right under his paws. His lapping tongue stirred the seas; they churned, erecting …
Poem 020 – Camaraderie
Honey dry your tears, don’t cry, Let your smile rise with the eastern sky, Let it warm your belly as you writhe, In highs of sunny days when birds fly.
Innocent Pleasures, a Sudden Fiction Story
I lay sprawled out naked and languid, wrapped in the drunken stupor of euphoria glistening in mirrored reflections through his copper hew eyes. Watery and searching they blinked down at me, reiterating my thundering heart that roared untamed and free. It beat hard, screaming longingly for his arms; sweaty and brazen, to dalliance my wraith-like fantasies.
Poem 019 – Introverted
Your laughter cuts me, punctures flesh and bone, Your stares punch me, scatter focus and prong.