Our Hidden Modus Operandi was the Dungeon prompt last week. I never got around to writing anything but I knew my answer instantly, Self-Sabotage. I am the girl that lost her voice, got sick, two weeks before any stage performance. … Continue reading
Full Circle Where do I end and you begin? Certain of nothing but regret Goodbyes sealed behind closed lips
The Swimming Hole Whispering pines spoke sacred vows As you entered into my valley Inevitable, the way water flows Feet entwined, gingerly at first The slow slide the Swift plunge Limbs spread wide Ceaselessly searching the divinity of desire your … Continue reading
Heritage I set the Table Plated with old crusted wounds Salted from my youth Family recipes repeated Dishes scored leaving scars raw *** This began as a Haiku and then grew into a Tanka. My first attempt with the form. As … Continue reading
Written for NaPoWriMo: National Poetry Writing Month
I love watching TV. There are moments in a script where the characters are talking to me. No, not in the I hear voices kind of way, or the narcissistic idea that this was written just for me. It’s more … Continue reading
