It’s Me, Pearl. An Ode to Janis Joplin It’s never me, it’s you, except that it’s always me, it has never not been me, it has never not been some glaring inadequacy of me, when at my best, it was me, unintentionally, making everyone else feel bad, about whatever they […]
Some of my favorite fall foliage pictures from years gone by.
Loralee, is now available on Amazon, the Kindle version is only 99 cents! From the outside looking in, former beauty queen Loralee Montgomery has everything she ever dreamed of, a sprawling Texas ranch, two grown kids, and a wealthy husband. But when greed sinks its clutches deep into the […]
The days get long. We hope to be so much more than we are. We hope to be enough. Then we hope to be enough for ourselves again. To have enough heart for that.
Oh the things I dare not share, my want to tell you of, A longing in my heart, such is this love, Poetically accursed though it might be, I wonder is your longing such for me.
There is a place of slipstream golden where all the world is beholden to every dream you have. In August, when the Amazon is changing colors, When the silt is evening borders on the edges and the shores Of seeping moss and strange floors carpeted in leaves of trees Native […]
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 […]
The wanting of words let loose, wrapped around and back again, trailing into one another, not poetry but poetically realistic, to say, my toes are cold, I want to […]
They bust the rusted meadows gate, wait the darkness for the dawn. They drink the stars, try to curse the moon, they wander on and on. They steal away the slipstream sleep and purge the soul with fire. They promise everlasting life and all that you desire. Vampire. ~Teri […]
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 […]