Category Archives: Writing

Beyond [repost]

sun shining through trees

After days of rain,
Morning sunshine glows again.
Noisy birds approve.

Grass soft as frosting;
Leaves drizzling sugar dew;
Restful world awaits.

Curious cat roams
Beyond the manicured lawn
Into shadowed woods.

Ancient wings unfold,
As warm fresh blood approaches;
Magic spell is cast.

Cat comes home with eyes aflame:
Different somehow still the same.

~*~

Poetry form: haiku sonnet.


Written for Sue Vincent’s Photo Prompt (RIP).

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Erotica Review [repost]

fantasy couple kiss forest

I read Susie Bright’s Three The Hard Way (Susie presented the three novellas, which were written by different people)… and I was a little surprised that this is considered “erotica.”

I mean, yes, there was sex and a lot of it, but the stories didn’t seem designed to titillate the reader. In fact, the first novella, “The Motion of the Ocean,” was rather gross. None of the sex scenes were arousing; they were scary and sad and desperate and disgusting. But the novella itself was superbly well written and I felt bad when Collette’s story came to an end. I enjoyed it so much I’m going to check out more writing from Tsaurah Litzky.

The next two novellas were written by men… and I didn’t enjoy them as much as Litzky’s. “The Widow” by Greg Boyd had an interesting device ~ sort of a story within a story ~ that was kind of interesting, but the entire thing was a set-up to a predictable ending. Not that this is so terrible (it’s what I expected from erotica), but since I read Litzky’s first, I was hoping for more.

The last story, “Shadow of A Man” by William Harrison, was too political and erratic for me. I wanted to read about love and sex and I got apartheid and death. Wha? OK, there was plenty of sex in there, too, but eh. I couldn’t really care about the main character enough to fully appreciate the story.

The takeaway though is this ~ erotica isn’t necessarily a bunch of mindless sex, as I had thought. There can be plenty of solid, meaty (sorry!) good storytelling along with the more salacious sections.

I’m glad I expanded my horizons here.

~*~

Image source unknown.

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Tipsy [repost]

Romance wine sunset

Is it the wine making her tipsy,
Or the way he holds her gaze,
How he leans close and listens?
Even when she speaks in whispers,
He hears what she has to say.

The calypso music swirls her dizzy,
Or is it the wine making her tipsy?
They dance on the cold night sand,
Kiss in the blush of dawn,
A thousand lifetimes in one day.

His depth of darkness drives her on,
His mania whirls her crazy–
Or is it the wine making her tipsy?
Maybe she was sent to save him;
Maybe they’re both past damned.

Promises broken, promises made:
She grows giddy with his fusillade
Of excuses, but she understands.
Is it the wine making her tipsy?
Maybe just the clock’s soft ticking.

She drinks alone in her kitchen,
Windows misty, grey rain dripping;
Her mind circles ’round his mischief–
The walls go crooked, dipping, slipping…
It’s just the wine making her tipsy.

~*~

Poetic form: Anapeat.

Image from Pixabay.

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Not Black, Not A Dog [repost]

dramatic sunset clouds grey fire

It’s bright, it’s light, it’s
The bad cop, not
The good one. I’m in
A small stuffy room
Without a lawyer,
Without any water.
Every mistake is on the table,
Spread out like a deck
Of jokers,
Every one the death card.
The questions bullet;
I have no answers.
Water comes,
I remember medication
Or meditation. End of
Interrogation.
Twilight begins.
Welcome silence.
Not black,
Not a dog.

~*~

Poetry form: free verse.

Image is mine.

Empty [repost]

Dying rose in the dark

These empty, faceless days
Pass in a nameless haze;
A smorgasbord of news bites
Leaves our minds eaten away.
Should we be grateful or afraid?
Tomorrow promises the same;
Isolated from routines,
We adapt to this new distance–
Please stay six feet away.
Flower children, pressed inside
Our individual pages:
We remain solitary,
Confined, safe, waiting
To be allowed to play
Once again. To hold hands,
To hug and dance!
Will it ever be the same?
I wonder what
The history books will say
About us.

~*~

Poetry form: free verse.

Image from Pixabay.

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Like a Reprieve [repost]

Colorful sunrise couple

Like a reprieve
Comes the soft morning breeze;
An unwrinkled sheet between us,
Bisecting yet connecting
Blazing dreams
And cold quotidian chores.
We’re given a chance once more
To drift weightlessly,
Aimlessly,
In apricot-tinged hope
On an undemanding tightrope.
The thin glimmer of
Love’s gold shimmer
Becomes a carousel of birdsong
In this rose-petaled dawn.
Almost here,
Almost there—
We toss our hearts in the air,
Suspended,
Unrepentant.
One last shuddering streak—
Violet periwinkle pink—
Soon dissipates
In the bright eye of day.

~*~

Poetry form: free verse.

Image source Pixabay.

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The Final Offering [repost]

Offering

“What have you brought me tonight?” asked the demon of the maiden.

“I bring you all the stars in the sky, and I humbly beg you to spare my beloved,” said the maiden to the demon with tears flowing down her translucent misty gown.

“It is not enough,” growled the demon.

The maiden departed and returned in a thousand years with another gift to present in trade.

“What have you bought me tonight?” asked the demon of the maiden.

“I bring you all the music from the spheres, and I humbly beg you to spare my beloved,” said the maiden to the demon with tears flowing down her translucent misty gown.

“It is not enough,” growled the demon.

The maiden departed and returned in ten thousand years with another gift to present in trade.

“What have you bought me tonight?” asked the demon of the maiden.

“I bring you myself, my final offering, all I have left, and I humbly beg you to spare my beloved,” said the maiden to the demon with tears flowing down her translucent misty gown.

“I accept,” said the demon, “for I am your beloved. Welcome home.”

~*~

Image credit to Sue Vincent (RIP).

Written for the Daily Echo.

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Swimming Alone on an Empty Stomach [repost]

dark green ocean underwater

I’ve been swimming alone
For a long time…
The water
First too cold,
Now sublime;
I slide,
I glide
Through the darkness,
Blind.
My wounds smoothed over
Are all on the inside.
When I bump up against you,
All buttery sleekness,
There’s nothing to hold onto,
No pain,
No weakness.
Two circling seekers
Float on unmolested,
Swallowed by the vastness,
No point of connection.
Bubbles of potential
Drift along indifferent,
While stars shine beyond
This sea of solipsis.

~*~

Image from Pixabay.

Poetry form: free verse.

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Blossom [repost]

“Bloom where you’re planted,” they told her. And she did. She adapted and persevered, thrived and blossomed. She was a country girl with the greenest thumb, but she could sparkle with the best of them under the city lights. She grew herbs on a tiny terrace in Queens while listening to Johnny Cash. She took a tract house and made it her own, with purple paint in the bedroom and a vegetable garden in back. And there were always flowers wherever she roamed. She gave bouquets of kindness to everyone she met.

I miss you, Mommy. Rest in peace.

~*~

Written for the Carrot Ranch.

Reposted for the 13th anniversary of Mom’s death.

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I Dreamt I Was the Moon [repost]

Pegasus moon

I dreamt I was the moon, distant and translucent, and you were my divine horse, my Pegasus.

You sailed over the pink pearl seas, steady as a heartbeat. Lavender dawn unfolded as you flew on, silken wings playing the rhythm of our love song.

You never left me crying in the mortal night, not when I was the moon, surrounded by eternal skies and tended to by stars. You forgot to bring lightning to the gods; that’s how enraptured you were.

Your devotion drifted through me like a cloud, its angelic mist the softest shroud, no use to me now.

~*~

Image from Pixabay.

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