Night falls (Part I) Dreams rise (Part II) In dresses stitched with stardust sequins, Venus and I twirled through the heavens while the winking moon hypnotized us with his sensual tunes. A suspended asteroid, formed from dense iron and glimmers of gold, became our pool when we discovered its most precious compound: water. Our bodies …
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Night falls, dreams rise
I sang a song with Venus. I offered a wish to the waxing moon. I pondered the vast darkness. I am diving into the deepness where my guide awaits – the weaver of dreams, the spinner of fates. ✨ Make a wish! ~ Michele my image, Venus and the waxing crescent, southwestern skies (5/22) 🌙 …
“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 …
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 …
Twilight’s First Blush
There was a time when I bathed in a certain magic found only during the twilight hours. A stillness. A soft pinkness. An advantage over the sleepers, sleeping away the most enchanting part of the day. I was a witness to the sun’s first appearance with eyes not rested from the night before. Eyes, glistening …
Life is a Mystery
We have all heard the phrase, “six degrees of separation,” but sometimes God/Divinity sprinkles a little extra sparkle on the moment or situation. Let me explain. Last night I struck up a conversation with a stranger and a few questions into our conversation I discovered she knows my all-time favorite teacher who I have searched …
Mystery Man, Revealed (short story)
Language warning. You've been warned. He put on his coat and hat and quietly made his way down the stairs toward the back exit. Relieved to have made it to the congested city sidewalk without being noticed, he joined others making their way home or to a pub on a Friday, late afternoon. He fell …
Golden Hour
A date with the Divine – each morning I rise to greet the golden sun; she and I become one. She and I entwined, we reach for the outstretched hand of my higher self. Never quite touching, but a little closer each day. A symphony of winged melodies surrounds the silence within. Each encounter sublime, …
My Inspired Life 