The ruts sink deeper, The peeling silt clamors And scalds under the forge, Where I sit I can see, The cracks, The holes, The negative spaces, Exposing the frozen roots Of lost possibilities, Through which the wind sang. No longer. Time hurries to slow. Gravity pulls into gravel of reluctance, Where I now take shelter.
The morning dust settled Into the palisades of wrecks, Where the streams run uphill And all routes roll down, The wanderer lumbers Within a dismal forest, Of loneliness and doubt, In an endless quest of truth.
Atop a remote ledge of chiseled amber, Pointing to the westward horizon, The invisible hand of darkness, Conducting the dalliance of torment and reverence, Towered above a quarry of broken misery, Where smoke curled from the veins Of petrified wood and stoic beams, Which hung in a red cloud of weariness, Slowly sinking into a … Continue reading Monument
Dear my Loyal Readers, Visitors and Fellow Jedi/Sith: Poetry is my foundation. Yet, for the month of November I have taken upon the challenge and motivation to write a novel in a month for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). If you haven’t heard of this organization, it is just what it says it is. Write … Continue reading Impressive. Most Impressive.
Say the name. Go ahead, you know. Three times. Say it. See what happens. After some shameful TV watching, ANTM to be exact (if you don’t know, consider yourself sane), and after a couple glasses of wine, my ever so patient husband and I found ourselves engrossed in Beetlejuice. What a great movie. If you … Continue reading I Am Strange and Unusual. Got a Problem with That?!
Vlad, the Impaler! Is that you?!! Oh, nope, just my kids lurking inside during summer break. Though, I am starting to think my kids are vampires. They are afraid to go outside due to a strange fear of heat and the sun. They almost hiss at me with disdain with just the mention of going … Continue reading Dear Mr. Stoker, I Think My Kids Are Turning Into Vampires
Today I am going to be a femme fatale. A siren that lures men to their demise! No wait, an assassin. I'm going to plot the destruction of people who have wronged me. Then I will cackle loudly in the shadows as I contemplate how I will obtain power and take over the world. This … Continue reading Today I’ll Use My Feminine Wiles With a Dash of Gunpowder.
It was an echo, Lightly bouncing off the clouds, A remote hum from the breaking of dawn. Searing the hard frost And mourning the doves’ low song. A shadow’s reflection drifts in the tarn Of shallow, cold truth. Obscured loyalty and love, He sought only the passage through the plains With nothing but change. He … Continue reading E.C.*
It came crashing down, in a cloud of ice and smoke. I saw it from my window. The impact made an awakening. A tremor deep inside the mountain, Solid granite that soared high above A dark valley, Which was perpetually whittled by the river. A river known as Metamorphosis. The rise etched into the gloom, … Continue reading From Jupiter’s Belt
I’m dark and moody. I live in the shadows. Well, maybe not so much. I’m a thirty something mother of two, so I am pretty sure there isn’t much about my life that is lived in the shadows. I can’t, my kids would find me! But as for my writing….. The things that compel me … Continue reading My Dark Jedi Alter Ego Once Wrote a Joyous Ode to a Bumblebee