Last day of National Poetry Month. Highlights from this month includes some haikus and lamenting my missing creativity. While I’ll continue posting poetry, I feel it important to note the end of the month with a motley crew of poetry. I’m utilizing Andy’s prompt for the first. Prompt: Unintended Consequences Word Count: 123 Jealousy Opening …
The light from the porch taunted her. Like the flicker of a candle and she the moth, it beckoned her to step back into the warmth she’d left. She wanted it, wanted to see him and touch him, wanted him to surround her with love. She wanted his smile, his booming laughter, his caress. God, …
I’m suffering from writer’s block. It happens to me every so often, but it’s been a week-long course and I’m getting a little irritated. Rather than resort to another week of poetry, I’ve decided to take up the challenge presented by Panty Parade at Off Go The Panties. She offers a way to kick the …
Finishing up a night shift. So very sleepy I am. Prompt from Five Sentence Fiction, photo as well. Words from The Sunday Whirl. Prompt: Shadows Two ships at ports opposite, transparent with their billowing sails, at the end of their journeys harrowing, and set to pass by one more time They glide toward each other …
Mining thoughts for golden nuggets For any kind of creative appeal For anything present ready to spill Trickle from between suddenly quiet head space Misplaced troubles is the source of this Fallowed ground left open and split Is my time close, my signal to quit? I expected poetic expression with a bit more wit Pit …
From thoughts I’ve had lately helped along by Andy’s weekly challenge. Do participate. Prompt: Artificial Intelligence Word count: 200 — Our joke is asking him why his lashes are so long. I wake up, let my eyes linger on the sooty lashes fanning along his cheeks, marvel at how handsome he is, and kiss him awake. …
His hand smoothed down the curve of her back, tracing the bump of her spine and burning through the thin fabric of her dress. They spoke a promise, one she knew would end with her naked and open beneath him, and that promise moved through her body like a vibration. She felt his lips brush …
Ever have a story pop into your mind when you’re doing something that makes it impossible to write it down? I’m driving when this story, this first line popped into my head 5 hours ago. She loved the weight of him in her hands. The color, dark with blood brought on by lust teased her. …
Couple of pieces to enjoy. First is my morning/night haikus from yesterday Early sunlight Streaming in Rousing me sweetly * Eyes heavy Body relaxed Night sets in – A small wordle from The Sunday Whirl I struggle to thrive To land on my feet To never let life harden me To carry on though I’m …
The last thing I wrote for this story. Follow the link to read to this point. There are other interesting things under the tabs. “Another beer?” David pulled a couple of twenties from his jeans and laid them on the bar. “I’ll need a couple more at least, Sam.” The beefy bartender eyed him, pity …