A sky painted the colors of love (flash fiction)

            We kept watching the mesmerizing sky. Millions of emerald slivers were suspended above us, spinning and swirling. He and I, each dreaming our own private dreams. I thought about how I would never forget this moment and how it might be the highlight of my time in Alaska. I was happy to be here, …

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The last, at last (flash fiction)

The echo of music, laughter, clinking glasses, dancing feet, and crisp turned pages lingered in the room. The freshly painted walls were alive with angelic dancers, projected by flickering flames. Two figures on the balcony became one silhouette when he pulled her close. His soft kisses on the back of her neck were interrupted by …

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Honeysuckle Heat (episode 3)

from (previous) Honeysuckle Heat… In their floating dream they remained until the first hint of morning burst over the distant mountains, causing them to dart from the water, grab their crumpled clothes, and sprint back to the house, laughing with each hurried step. Once inside, they fell onto his unmade bed, into each other’s arms, …

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Tumbleweed Spirit

You scratched me, sometimes bringing blood to the surface. Wrapped in play and imagination, I did not notice. You offered see-through walls, never permanent. We lived in the center of a thorny dream, in a dusty land of make-believe. Ruled by the field's young King and Queen, our tumbling fortress did scatter during sleep. The …

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Cactus Tops and Teardrops

The old man with a rod in his hand, listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival, watched her walk by. Someone to fill his eyes and his time. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to be. Living an afternoon dream. A life his own. No one, but himself, to please. He’s not lonely. He can talk to the fish …

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Worlds away from a Slow Dance

Oh, I could tell you some stories, of characters I have known. I have seen the worst of humankind unfold before my eyes, leaving my heart cracked open and my soul broken. I have been restored from deep despair, where I cannot remain, by observing tender and loving acts between two, or entire nations. Unconditional …

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The Poem is Writing Me (audio)

The Poem is Writing Me ~ Audio (poetic prose) There was a time, not long ago, when this seeking poet would listen with turned ears ready to hear, with fixed eyes ready to see, and with open hands ready to feel. I was content to listen, trust, and touch the living and dying world, beyond …

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Spell Binder, Dream Keeper

I did not expect to see you, still on the scene, when I stepped out to breathe the quiet in between memories and endless possibilities. You stayed longer than I thought you would, until the last of the dancing candles disappeared under a flame-ending hood. It was worth surrendering twilight sleep to watch you glimmer …

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a Poet’s News and a Writer’s Dream (audio)

A Writer's Dream (audio poem) A Writer’s Dream Turning the key to her multi-million dollar spread a setting she dreamed, never expecting to step in a grand greeter showing off its polished white grin rippling replies, like her own, replayed her excited hello key securely slipped, bag dropped, down the hall she danced spinning, sliding, …

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Tumbleweed Fortress (poem w/audio)

"Tumbleweed Fortress" Audio Poem by Michele Lee Sefton This poem was written in response to a prompt presented by The Piper Center for Creative Writing at Arizona State University during National Poetry Month (April). The prompt asked the poet to consider when or where do you feel free/not free and write a poem that describes …

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