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 …
Continue reading Suspended Existence (flash fiction w/audio)
I am doing fine. I know. You are brave and you are strong, but in currents you can’t see, there’s a riptide that’s stronger than your bravery. I won’t carry you and you won’t drown me; we will both hold on to that which floats and side by side we will conquer the changing sea. …
Looking through my beach photos from Florence, Oregon turned my attention toward my Her Cottage by the Sea poems (links below). I am sharing a few excerpts from those poems, in the form of "shorts." Those sensual poems, written last year, were inspired by my poem, "a Writer's Dream." 🌊 Her Cottage by the Sea …
Lavender and rosemary crumbled and scattered by artistic fingers that turn pages and hold the scent. His moist lips hold the flavor of the back of her neck. Words spoken by his smoky voice sink her deeper, and leave her spellbound to him. Outside, a thousand golden sunsets blur by. Shooting stars fall from the …
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, …
Continue reading A sky painted the colors of love (flash fiction)
The desert does not invite leisurely hand holding or carefree play, or bare feet splashing. Too many things that can poke an eye or peel back the skin. Those walking in the desert must listen, pay close attention, and step with care. No orange or red leaves to kick, crunch, or dive into. No soft …
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 …
From Honeysuckle Heat… He resisted the urge to sprint toward, grab, twirl, and embrace the vision, afraid that his passion might vaporize the dream that seemed to float in front of him. He began to walk toward the vision with slow and steady steps that did not match his racing heart. Steady steps trying to …
It was late and the human sounds that hummed during the day had retired, inviting the frogs and cicadas to fill the silence with their nighttime melodies. He had given up on sleep and decided to walk down to the lake. He slipped on his boat shoes but left his crumpled t-shirt on the unmade …
Brawn is handy when you need something moved, like a couch. Brawn can be attractive too, but for all its heavy lifting, it’s no match for the sexiest muscle that does all the heavy thinking. Bulging muscles can hold and lift weighty things, but they only hold this woman's attention if they are controlled by …
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