Another numbing prose

Wind at my back blinking lights in my eyes words crashing through my head Wired and writing it all page after page turns Time to go to bed? Stationed in same motion Sitting… Continue reading →

The Mighty Sticky Post

Blue, lemon yellow, bright as it sticks I can’t live without. In front of my eyes, it bears my thoughts It cradles a new direction. Ideas important, essential. My Lifeline Pinned before they… Continue reading →

My Now…

My brain is locked in details WORDS Mixing around. Characters tug at my sleeve SHOUT Wanting voice. Moments of emotion muddle EPISODES Shift flow. Calendar dates collide CHRONOLOGY Finding place. Multiple stories exchange… Continue reading →

My Novel in One-syllable

Sam work. Bad thing. Guest there not see. Fear fast clean. Talk leave. Stew. Play. Drink. Fun. Then sick. Dread. Friend knows. Wife no. Sick bad. Doc tests. Not good. Death near. Bye… Continue reading →

Silver Glass

Washing over me… your voice comes. It’s so soothing even if I don’t need the calm. It is welcome here. I am swept away by the sway of melodic guide. “Why do you… Continue reading →

In the Dark

Mary sat in the dark. The torrential rain pounding the living room windows made her uneasy. If she didn’t know any better she would have thought something was trying to smash its way… Continue reading →

An Invitation…

My son has given me a Writing challenge: “Invitation.” Use that word and write something. 🙂 So here it goes… Excitement awaits The lure of fanciful expectations Intertwine in a medley of anticipation… Continue reading →

September Eleven

  It streams from a place of longing and pain that continues to flow as the clips and sound bites cloud chaotic space with noise memorial mentions of heartfelt grief intertwined with mementos… Continue reading →

And a phone rang …

The wind whipped over his entire body. He enjoyed the weightlessness, the freedom, the rush of air. Strange. He wasn’t supposed to enjoy any part of this. He was falling. On purpose. The… Continue reading →

The Writer’s trek

The screen sits still Blinking cursor beckons The block, the wait, the anticipation Slowly your mind comes to life Black on white Words take shape In the twisty curls of letters Characters are… Continue reading →