Alamogordo, once then some other town I forget the name of then back to that place of the turnaround heading north climbing. Dust shakes loose from my boots when I step out to stretch my legs Boomtown Saturday evening swayed notes swinging on the edges of the stars. We think we'll go in have a… Continue reading Down to Sleep
A poem from Magdalene Aubergine... They say that we teach people how to treat us. I was reading about the poet ee cummings, that when he started out, his style was so individual, unique, unusual, that it was often questioned, and ridiculed. The biographer stated that ee cummings taught his readers how to read him,… Continue reading Consideration
We barely broke eighty degrees here today. There are still some ninety-degree temperatures predicted into the middle of the month, but today Summer officially began to fade. It was windy the first part of the day, settling into a nice breeze this evening. The night air is noticeably cooler, Autumn is set to arrive. I've… Continue reading The New Book: Magdalene Aubergine
Of the nights I spent in love with you, I could write all day, though hindsight has seen fit to show me, that it was never quite that way. So I'll pretend I'm not in love with you, and then there's nothing left to say. TS Sharable on Pinterest, Tumblr, and WeHeartIt.
The people I've loved the most are those so confidently at ease with themselves, that they put others at ease. If there's a guy railing against bacon, why it's bad for you and no one should ever eat bacon because he hates it, and no one should ever listen to music from the 1950's either,… Continue reading At Ease With One’s Self
I've dared to look upon the stars in wonder, in awe, and dream. I've dared to think for myself and challenge that thinking, to question it, to ponder my own existence. I've dared to believe in love, to hope, to have faith. I've dared to write poetry only that my voice might find you listening… Continue reading Poetess
"Then Almitra said, speak to us of Love. And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said: When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you, yield to him,… Continue reading The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran
I've planted roses in my bones, and left the ashes of those years, in an urn mixed with tears, lit on fire with my fears, disintegrated, gone away, I couldn't live with them any longer, I don't know if it made me stronger, holding on and out for hope, I've planted roses in a kaleidoscope.… Continue reading I’ve Planted Roses
I've worked hard the last couple of years to get some books published, I'm thinking of them as there were "the first five," and now there is "the magnificent seven." I also have stories in three print anthologies, and I'm going to get those linked up with cover pictures, as well as having been published… Continue reading One November, I Published Two Books
from 'Gold Mine' _____this true heart______________ I will write your name on every breath from now until forever, forget you never, know that I have not let go of this true heart. Forgiving you and him and them and everyone, everything, sing ever louder, stronger, taking claim of every wind and every rain, rising up… Continue reading Too, as in, Also…
Yesterday I read an article that I stumbled onto put forth by Vanity Fair, about how Disney is killing off the Fairy Tale romance genre that it helped to create. ( You can read that here.) We've seen things trending in this direction for a while with more of a focus on some of the… Continue reading The Importance of the Classic Fairy Tale
Unlimited You know what a woman wants? A badass son of a bitch who can make the trip and still treat her like the most precious being on the planet. A man who’s really a gentleman, even if sometimes she doesn’t act like much of a lady. She wants a proper rescue. She wants gallantry… Continue reading Unlimited
They want the words. You want the words. I stay up all night, many nights, and don't much care, who knows it. Chasing things down, or drinking tea, looking for songs to put me into some kind of state of mind, the soundtrack for the life in my head. The soundtrack… Continue reading Teller of Stories.