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 …
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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 …
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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“Alone” ~ by Poe (video reading)
"Alone" by Edgar Allan Poe From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I …
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 …
Strolling through a Poem
In the mystical mist vision is limited but the possibilities are endless The mist whispers the promise of poets who scribble furiously and endlessly lines that give meaning to living and dying The lovers breathe it in every molecule, a thousand poetry collections every inhale, a tsunami of emotions Merging and morphing blending and believing …
Let’s Do Diga Diga Doo
Grow old together? This suggestion I’d rather not consider. Grow old alone; I could manage just fine. In love I’d rather grow young. Having completed decades of “to dos” – to playful mischief let’s say “I do.” Let’s put on our Sunday best for no reason at all and through the park, take a stroll, …
His Hands
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 …
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 …
Imagine this
We cannot standardize test our way out of this mess. We need less desks in uniform rows crammed with young bound bodies cracking from the conforming stress. Every other answer a bubbled-in guess. More creative thinkers are needed to get us out of this mess. Shred the excessive expensive tests! Give young minds more tools …
My Inspired Life 