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 …
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Her Cottage by the Sea (continued)
Slowly, she traced the smooth edge of the top curve of her steamy cup. Smooth, it was, under a fingertip that had felt his lips, soft to her touch. Knees tucked under her chin, wrapped in a soft blanket with hanging fringes swaying in the gentle wind. Her body warmed by thoughts of him. A …
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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Deep Dive into the Center
Layers removed. What did cover and hide, now stripped away. Bare skin. Bare souls. All that remains. Free of all they held and all that held them back. Into the center, they dove. Into the center – transcendence attained. The center holds the space where hearts and souls aligned, match the rhythm of lapping waves. …
Heart Beats on a City Street
Words, the author’s building blocks, filling half a city block. One after another, bound words, alphabetized and organized, surrounded by gray bricks, one after another, neatly stacked. Words transformed into books and bricks transformed into a building, by artists’ hands, inviting others to step in. I meant to accept the invitation and lose myself in …
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, …
Inspired and Perspired
After a year of reaching and smiling through a screen we found each other again. Every Tuesday late afternoon, I walk across a sizzling lot and join other ladies, blood and limbs already hot. Songs fused with a Latin American flare, we step toward weightless joy and away from heavy cares. Passion moves our hips …
Her Cottage by the Sea
Curtains swaying a soft lift and gentle dip a peaceful rhythm matching the rise and fall of their replenishing breath Hues changing a floating canvas a fleeting Rembrandt filtering the pink sunrise transforming walls inside Senses stirring a dream scene blurring a mind’s eye releasing ushering in discoveries in joy and carefree play Fingers typing …
Lovers consuming Love
A reminder to pause and shop for tokens of affection a redundant expectation ~ for hearts held in a lover’s grip hearts that pump passion with each ruby drip A fiery connection sparked by a cosmic flame igniting an attraction guiding its own fate ~ for lovers pulsating in a current of love ordained lovers …
Complimentary Jar (audio poetic prose)
A week into November and I remembered that it is National Gratitude Month. Maybe an entire month devoted to gratitude has been canceled, like so many other happenings this year, or likely, its appearance was buried under election and COVID updates. Maybe we are all feeling pandemic fatigue, leaving us little energy to feel or …
My Inspired Life 