I Was Here

It was the year 1890, the month was March and the day was the 8th. In a small English town named, Sible Hedingham, a baby girl was born. I imagine the air still had its wintry grip, but easing as Spring whispers her warm promises of green. Wrapped snug in a small blanket and held … More I Was Here

Doodles

Found a box of my doodles. I could not help but to smile as I leafed through them. Some dating back to High School, others are 20 to 30 years old. Edges torn, coffee spilled on, but I still kept them. Each one with a short story attached. A memory. A space in time where … More Doodles

Embers

She was born with winter in her bones, a frigid wind within each lung. She had skin that rivaled morning frost, her touch a bitter cold that stung. Her only love in life was fire, how it caressed and warmed her skin. She gave her heart to feed its embers, and let it melt her … More Embers

Have-a-Cuppa

“Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.”   ― Richard Brautigan _________   “I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullshit,but I have to tell you, even the way you drink your coffeeknocks me the fuck out.”― Clementine von Radics _________ … More Have-a-Cuppa

Intuitive-Scaping

I am forcing myself to sit down. Write. Think. Ponder. I have been quite physical lately, sculpting out my imagination with my hands. It has been very rewarding. I really did not know I had it in me, to landscape. I can do it for hours, my thoughts working out plans as I go. It … More Intuitive-Scaping

Worker Bee

The weather has been pretty nice up here in the PNW, so I have thrown myself outside into the dirt with ready hands and an active imagination! I have never had the opportunity to do such a thing before, living in rentals my whole life has kept that part of my creative life dormant. I … More Worker Bee

Savior Friend

Did you see me standing there? Shining like a flickering neon sign. Broken cadence of pulsing beams of light. Did I attract your eye? My smile like a tractor beam, these starry orbs deflecting secrets, reflecting you. Did I make you curious? Fingers like Pandora’s, creeping, breathing heavy, because you think your ready? Do you … More Savior Friend