His hands sparked a fire that changed the horizon feet that once stumbled in the darkness made swift and spirited by the glow cast from red hot sparks His hands built ovens that pumped air and purified ore a lone artist on the edge of civilization he transformed blazing metal into purposeful and beautiful His …
Category: Poetic Prose
Burn Brightly (w/audio)
Burn Brightly (poetic prose) It supports life. Without it we would cease to be. Too much of this life-giver and we would be burned to smithereens. A just right balance gives us daily light and nature’s harmony. We feel its heat, but for us and billions of future generations, its greatest intensity will remain out …
A Quiet Progression
Never underestimate the quiet ones– the same trait that hushes their tongue is their superpower in a world full of loud voices clamoring to be number one. ************* I have listened I have agreed I have nodded I have conceded I have followed I have retreated I have let others interrupt I have had enough …
Sunflower Structure (audio poem)
Sunflower Structure - audio poem Your yellow gone your seeds mostly released the few that remained fascinated me Torn, I was, between wanting to pluck each one crack them open and swallow them whole or leave each shell in its protective bed perfectly secure I found you fallen from your tall sturdy stem no sign …
Eve’s Last Evening (flash fiction w/audio)
Eve's Last Evening - Flash Fiction w/audio She is a contrast in emotions. In life choices. Opposites that pull at Eve's brain, that sometimes pull her apart. One half of her brain fighting fiercely to live. To achieve. To win. The other half of her brain pulling her into a dark frozen forest. Pulling her …
Get Lost
Three years ago, today, I registered for a WordPress site and a few days later I published my first post. I cannot believe three years have passed since I began my creative blog venture! ✍🏻📷💃🏻🗣️ 🥳 To celebrate my special milestone, several days next week I will be sharing a few favorites from my archives …
Water under the Bridge (flash fiction)
A million steps they each did take to get to this place where the bright lights glistened on their flushed faces. Steps that were sometimes sure and strong, other times they took a step back and sometimes their steps were reduced to a crawl. Other times the two, separately stepping, fell to their knees and …
Pitter Patter and Pops of Pink
The rain began the day after I arrived, and except for a few pockets of sunshine it continued until the morning I left. I could not have been more content. A steady pitter patter matched the sound and pace of my fingers on a keyboard when a weekend of typing, I spent. Polishing and perfecting …
Contained in a Frame
Captured and contained in this frame, are delicate petals, crowning thorny stems, set against a shadowy tree-laced sky. At first glance, I saw the natural beauty for what it is: magnificence. Eyes full of wonder, I startled a bird with my audible sigh. Despite my praising of nature’s perfection, shortsighted was my thinking, for the …
Developing Male Brain (mature humor)
Actually, my post is quite immature, but it is a classroom story that someone needs to tell. Might as well be me, the teacher who lived it. My story has language that would have been inappropriate in my classroom. Good thing we aren't in the classroom! .................................................... What they don’t tell you in teacher school... …
My Inspired Life 