dreams

Patti Smith, Just Kids

I loved this memoir from Patti Smith of her early years in New York with Robert Mapplethorpe. Some of the subject matter might not be everyone’s cup of tea, the title doesn’t reveal that this is a book for adults, and it is quite gritty in places. They were completely […]

Baudelaire, Metamorphosis of the Vampire

  Metamorphosis of the Vampire, 1857 Charles Baudelaire Translated by Edna St. Vincent Millay Meanwhile from her red mouth the woman, in husky tones, Twisting her body like a serpent upon hot stones And straining her white breasts from their imprisonment, Let fall these words, as potent as a heavy […]

The New Covers

    The new covers are completed. It will be a few days before all of these titles are once again available. I am still editing some of the stories in “GRAIN.” “The Slick Furies” is at the beginnings of an overhaul, and I’ve no idea when those edits will […]

Red Line Wine, Available Now!

Red Line Wine, Selected poetry and prose, 1977-1996. This is the lightning in a bottle of my youth. I hope that you enjoy these poems and pieces of prose. You may read a few of them here, listed below.Β  ~ Thank you for reading! ~ T.S. The Cafe New Orleans […]

Letting Go is a Grace…

Β Letting go is an art, and a grace, something not so much to be learned as practiced. I think to myself… If that was meant to be mine, then it would have been. If it is meant to be mine, then it will be. It makes it easy to say, […]

Psalm of The Beautiful Dream.

I am being quiet because there is a voice that I need to hear, it is my own. I am choosing simplicity because I can. I remind myself to claim each day with intention. I am choosing calm over chaos. I am believing for restoration. Knowing and having felt a […]

Honeysuckle.

Β  Waking… May 10, 1994 The sweet smell of honeysuckle rested on an evening breeze outside the open window. Looking down the driveway to the street, in the dim glow of the footlights, I could almost see it. There was something dangerously familiar about it all. My head swam a […]

Dreaming.

DREAMING 9-19-91 It sounded like thunder. We could see a strange, red cloud rising up in the distance. Having had only the blank landscape in front of us for hours on end, the cloud was an irresistible sight. Keep moving, I thought, stay in the Jeep. Before I had a […]