prose

Pigeon Hole

Don’t try to put me in your pigeon hole, don’t tell me how you sold your soul, I don’t really want to know, I’ve got problems of my own. Don’t you know they broke the mold, when they made me? When they made me. I don’t want to hear your […]

The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran

“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 […]

In The Lingering of November

Almost December, I wonder what it will bring with it, however much I try not to. I think about the things we think we always wanted, the ones we got, and the ones that got away, in the middle of the day, in the glaring light of dawn, in the […]

Fairy Wails

Coming soon… Fairy Wails Where is this hero Who is so oft spoke of? Where it this mythological man, Who saves the day, Who mends the heart And lights the way? Where is the hero Who wasn’t fucked up by his mother? Who melts the bitterness of betrayal? Who elevates […]

Too, as in, Also…

fromΒ  ‘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 […]

April is National Poetry Month

So, I am a poetess And I knowitess. April is National Poetry Month. Here is a link to poets.org, if you are interested, you can check that out. Rarely have I discussed my favorite poets. Some of that is because it has been very personal to me, and some of […]

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. Endings Black Boots Believe […]

The Cafe’ New Orleans.

The CafΓ© New Orleans May, 1996 It was the kind of morning that I love, the sky, a mix of cold greys and steely blues, a chill in the air and the smell of rain. I was sitting at the counter reading a newspaper, one of the last ones still […]

Proofs, Poems, Healing, and Hope

Up early this morning, though I don’t generally make it a habit to discuss my habits. There was, however, a great write up recently about how author Megan Abbott spends her Sundays.( You can read that here. ) What I loved about this piece is that as a writer it […]

I Believe.

Each moment that I live and breathe, I believe, Yes, I believe, In caterpillars and butterflies, In thunderstorms and clear blue skies, I believe in angels strong, who guard me when the night grows long And I believe in a love divine that lingers in this heart of mine, To […]

The Daring Muse.

In moments daring, her heart shown through her breast, a rapid rhythm that if she confessed, held more inside its chambers than he knew, in every moment, every breath she drew, some shred of hope that if he saw her there, he’d understand that no love could compare, and save […]

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 […]

Dear Lover.

Why should we pretend we are not devastated? These lives, these loves, the lovers into friends, and friends, into lovers? Why should we pretend our passions do not drive us to distraction? Because these pretensions are the foundations of the world. What is the world, that we cannot take it, […]

The Howling Dame.

11/7/12 This page is a cigarette, This page is a smoking gun. This page is a poem, and a Cinnamon Bun. This page is a loneliness carved into a tree. This page is a long, lost love, and tiny bits of destiny. This page is an evolution, Revelation, Secret Squirrel. […]

The Eve of All Saints.

It is the Eve of All Saints. Beware your steps, tread lightly between the darkness and the break of day, Β first, do no harm, that no harm Β come to you. Beware your cloaks and daggers, and all the earthly wagers on your soul, Β for it can be neither bought nor […]

Poetica Erotica.

The Fall Of Man Β Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β Β An Anonymous Poem A handΒ omnipotent, in endless space, From chaos, formed a world and found a place, Where, through the countless ages, yet unborn, A star might shine from dusk to rosy morn. Great mountains rose, […]