The swishing in her head and the pounding in her chest increased with each step. A decade of sales presentations had taught her how to relax her mind and control her breath, but those skills were no match for the magnetic strength of fate, pulling her toward a man who was creating his future with …
Category: Poetic Prose
If I Could
If I could I would transform my body into a sailboat large enough to transport enslaved humans to a place where they can be free If I could I would transform my limbs into a sturdy mast my hair into wind-worthy sails my back into a protective keel my hands into a reliable helm my …
There’s gold in them thar hills! (photos & audio poems)
Gold Rush by Michele Lee The buzz has begun like bees scouting for nectar no golden honey will be forthcoming it is breathtaking beauty these scouts are after wildflower enthusiasts are exploring the trails and dancing in fields decorated with colorful petals placed there, not by human hands, but by birds and the wind ******* …
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Toes in clovers, imagination soaring
Their hands are little for only a little while Hold them finger paint with them play jacks with them Teach them how to hold a kite rope and how to jump rope Let them hold worms and ladybugs and pick clovers Show by example that hands are a heart’s messenger with endless ways to create …
Dreams are Coming for Her (flash fiction)
Two nights in a row, a quick-paced scratching followed by a high-pitched scream was folded into her dreams. Morphing its purpose into fantastical scenes. Scratch, scream. Scratch, scream. Barely detectable or ear piercing – each time the same pattern: scratch, scream, scratch, scream. What does it mean? On the third night the dream escaped her …
He sketched Her ~ II (flash fiction)
She had enough of his relentless demands; one deal barely closed before he expected more. She needed a break, she needed to breathe. He said he’d return quickly with the next sales lead. She quietly told him to “Fuck off,” then she slammed through a side door. Modern metal smacking historical brick. The building exhaled …
On the edge
Being on the edge can be many things, including where hope finds its way in. ✨ Bask in it. ✌🏻 ~ Michele my image, La Jolla, California © 2023 MyInspiredLife
Suspended Existence (flash fiction w/audio)
Her heart was cracked open to everything inside her – a deep yearning, a restless calling, a profound softness, a thunderous explosion. Her eyes were closed to everything around her – the golden sand, the blue sky, the rolling surf, the chirping birds. She didn’t want to look away; she wanted to fold herself into …
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Lifeguard on Duty
I am doing fine. I know. You are brave and you are strong, but in currents you can’t see, there’s a riptide that’s stronger than your bravery. I won’t carry you and you won’t drown me; we will both hold on to that which floats and side by side we will conquer the changing sea. …
He sketched Her (flash fiction)
His sketchbook held thirty-six sketches of the moon, full, and thirty-three sketches of her, a woman unknown. This night would make it sketch thirty-seven since he began drawing curves, just of the moon at first, then of her. His hand sketched her as fast as his mind created her. She arrived during a night when …
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