My

My reflection

Among the lily pads

On the cool clear 

Dawn

Settled into a simple

Charmed life

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My soul

Resting in the shadow

Of the trees

Embanked 

On the crisp

River

Settled into a charmed

Simple life


Not much to say about this poem. Change and new adventures sit on my horizon and I long for a ‘simple charmed life’. But maybe I already have it?

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Published in Flora Fiction

I am so excited to announce that I have been published in the Spring 2021 Issue of Flora Fiction! Please take a moment to check out this awesome issue and read work from amazing writers!

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I want to congratulate the Flora Fiction team on an incredible job! I love the “Revival” theme and how this issue feels so relevant in today’s world.

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Find my poem below on pg 21. Also please be sure to follow Flora Fiction, purchase a print copy and submit to be considered for publication!

Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

Promptober Day 16: Goalkeeper

Mike stood at the end of the hallway. He had been here many times before. Whenever he stood there, he always felt a sense of dread. He remembered the yelling. The voices still clung to the wall as though they could speak about the past.

“You aren’t a winner are you? So you think you’re a good sport?” He heard his mother call after him. “Try doing something worthwhile with your time.”

She never understood his love for sports. His love for soccer. 

On the field, Mike felt needed, wanted. He felt important. It was there he saved the day. Everytime he stretched out and caught a shot before it became a goal. His team called him “Keeps” for short. He loved being part of a team. Something more than a boy standing at the end of the hallway. 

He blinked and wiped away the tears forming in his eyes. He was 17 years old for goodness sake. What his mom said shouldn’t get to him. Should it? Mike raced outside down the back steps. His older brother Kyle was sitting in the yard.

“Was it mom again?” his brother asked.

Mike wiped his nose. “Yeah, I guess. It’s stupid. Its not a big deal.”

Kyle stood up. “Honestly, Mike. If soccer is that important to you. It is a big deal when mom says that stuff. She hurts you on purpose. It’s not right.”

Mike looked at his older brother. Kyle was staring past him. Looking at his own memories.

Kyle said “I’m not gonna let mom tear you down. Not you too. Now get the soccer ball from the shed and lets practice.”

Mike turned and ran to the shed. His eyes started to tear up again but this time it was because he knew someone believed in him.


I am following along with Bethany Bloggs‘s prompt list! You can find the full list here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwfyWlgRNd/. Be sure to let me know if you are also following the prompts! I would love to read your inspired pieces. Photo by Ralph (Ravi) Kayden on Unsplash

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If you are interested in learning more about the inspiration and background of my work, check out my kofi page.

Prombtober Day 14: Fund

Thomas tapped his cigarette against the ashtray. The grey ash had started to pile up and the tray needed to be emptied. Sunlight hit Thomas’s eyes and he squinted at the room. His attention once again turned to the board meeting.

“And you think this will be an adequate solution?” Thomas heard his boss Andrew say. Andrew was standing with his hand in his pocket, slouching by the conference table. A clean shaven black man with a crisp white shirt framing his face.

“Andrew, we never said we wanted an end all solution. Just an alternative” one of the board members stated. 

Thomas puffed on his cigarette. This conversation had been going in circles and the stakeholders were not satisfied with the plan Andrew and he had offered. Luckily, Thomas didn’t do the talking. His friend was much better with the politics of business.

Andrew maintained his suave. “Our calculations are sound. Our goals are clear. If you are influenced by our advice, then you will see the funds triple in value. As we have shown in our projections.” He leaned back crossing his arms. “If not, then it is all your loss. Yours to lose.”

Andrew glanced at Thomas. His friend knew the bluff but the board members didn’t need to know. Thomas and Andrew had their own stakes in the game too. If the company moved forward, they would see a certain percentage of profits come their way. All under the table of course. Andrew’s cheeks slightly lifted. It was the only sign of his anxiety. Thomas puffed out the smoke.

“Gentlemen, lets say we move forward and end this discussion with a drink” he said mustering up his commanding voice. Thomas leaned back in his chair. The board was almost in the palm of their hand. The scheme was about to work. Why wouldn’t they just agree and call it?


I am following along with Bethany Bloggs‘s prompt list! You can find the full list here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwfyWlgRNd/. Be sure to let me know if you are also following the prompts! I would love to read your inspired pieces. Photo by NORTHFOLK on Unsplash

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If you are interested in learning more about the inspiration and background of my work, check out my kofi page.

Promptober Day 6: Ignite

The warm air from the fire touched my hands and cheek. I leaned my arm against the chair and let the heat spread across my face. The fire ignited warm memories in my heart as I closed my eyes. 

It seems hard to remember a time without the glow of Felix by my side. For his constant companionship has been critical in these months following my father’s passing. He had been kind, wary, and solid. Many of the arrangements I couldn’t bear to make, Felix took charge and decided for me. My sister says he is pushy but I don’t mind his decisive manner. I find it refreshing. Someone to lean on when life is in an upheaval. My dear, dear father. Oh how I miss him! His funny jokes and warm smiles. He really had taken a liking to Felix. That made me very happy.

I shifted in my seat. The fire heat had started to spread to my left arm and now my sleeve was hot on my skin. I moved to rest my head on the back of the chair and I folded my hands on my lap. Now my feet stretched out before me toward the fire. The yellow pattern on my socks changed color depending on how I positioned my foot in the light of the fire. I closed my eyes again.

I never thought that I would need someone in my life. The way Felix fit so perfectly. I’d assumed that my world would be filled with only familial and platonic loves. In many ways, I was glad I was wrong. Felix was surprising in the most comforting way. I loved how his words were kind and soft. He could make me laugh. And Felix always let me breathe. This space allowed me to process my emotions and become a more stable version of myself. I remembered that time Felix and I were caught in a rainstorm. He held his hoodie over our heads. I kept bumping into him since we had to stand so close. We ran under a building overhang. Felix let his hoodie drop from around us and he started to move a bit further away. Giving me space. Suddenly, I put my arms around his waist and drew him close. My face snuggling against his damp shirt. I had never done anything like this before. My cheeks were hot; I tightened my arms. I felt a low laugh in Felix’s chest as he hugged me back. It was so warm. Like a fire. Slowly spreading to every part of my heart.


I am following along with Bethany Bloggs‘s prompt list! You can find the full list here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwfyWlgRNd/. Be sure to let me know if you are also following the prompts! I would love to read your inspired pieces. Photo by Roberto H on Unsplash

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If you are interested in learning more about the inspiration and background of my work, check out my kofi page.

Same Word

“Clarence, I am thinking of a word that rhymes with memory…”

Sharon leaned closer to the table. Clarence thoughtfully pondered the clue. “Darling, could you give me a bit more? How is it used in a sentence?”

Sharon tilted her head to the side. She was thinking.

“Sharon?” Clarence nudged again. He noticed how Sharon had drifted into herself. A land lost to time, filled with thoughts and daydreams. It was in these moments that Clarence could get a full look at his wife’s face. She was always so busy, moving from one thing to the next. It was easy to miss her features and details. Sharon held her head in a regal manner you knew she had to be royalty. Her posture rarely stooped. Her deep black skin shone in the afternoon light and gleamed a lovely warm hue. Her nose rounded above her lips in such a way that it made Sharon look as if she was always up to something mischievous. Clarence thought about that smile that Sharon held when they first met. It was how all her features fit so well on her face that made him so intrigued. How could a woman look so fierce, jovial and friendly all at once? Clarence fell head over heels, trying desperately to live up to Sharon’s expectations. She had been so kind hearted and surprised as Clarence spent more time around her. He glanced at her face again. The rounded soft edges of her jaw that made way to her neck. Clarence thought about memory. The word memory and how it did nothing to evoke the power of actual memories held.

“Darling, are you thinking of the word ‘revelry’ as in to revel in something?”

“Yes!” Sharon shot up. “Revelry! Thanks darling.” Sharon turned from the table and walked back to her office. She hummed a tune that Clarence didn’t recognize.


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Stars

“Do you think that a star could ever land on earth?” Solace asked, looking up at the sky.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Sylvia said as she rolled over in the grass. “Stars don’t fall, only asteroids do and they’re just rocks.”

She leaned upright with her elbows as she looked back at Solace. His golden-brown eyes were staring at the sky. He almost looked like he was dreaming.

“Solace?” she whispered.

“Hmm?”

“Just checking.” Sylvie turned on to her back and put her hand over her heart. That’s where the locket rested. Her treasured locket with a secret spell. Solace blinked once, twice, three times and then said. “It really is so beautiful, isn’t it? Sylvia, who do you think made all this stuff?”

Sylvia gazed back at the sky. She had wondered that too, just never out loud.

“Oh Solace,” she said “I’m not sure we will ever know.”

Solace smiled “I think we should try to find out.”

 

 


Photo by Ryan Hutton on Unsplash

Saturday Reflection

Hello everyone,

It has been a hot second (or should it be a cold second? Since it’s winter still?) since I took a moment. Sat at my desk. And wrote a bit of a reflection. 

So much time has passed partly because I was trying to be better about writing poetry and posting prose. I think I have become somewhat more frequent, especially now that I am trying to be part of the Writer’s Workshop over at the Go Dog Go Cafe. This workshop has helped inspire other stories and other prose. Once I start writing, I find it hard to stop. Maybe this is a good thing? My writing tends to spark new ideas that then spark other ideas. Like fireworks that fire one after another. Many times it is difficult to keep up with it all; all the ideas that pop into my head.

One idea that I have sunk my teeth into (gross?) is that I want to start working on a children’s book series. I have been mulling this idea over in my head for a while now. At this moment, the timing feels right and I can’t wait to get started teasing out this idea further.

Oh, and the quarantine right? Let’s not forget this. 

I am currently working from home. I am very thankful I have a job that can be remote. But the transition to “work at home” has been extremely difficult for me. I have found it hard to concentrate, difficult to stay motivated and overall I am lacking motivation. My loved ones have been grating my nerves with their natural tendencies and without realizing it, I have let my anger dictate my speech. 

In these moments, I can’t help but think “How long will it all last?”. It’s a race I never wanted to run. Well, let’s face it, none of us wanted to do this. But here we are stuck inside doing our part to keep others safe. 

I don’t want to just complain, moan and groan for this whole reflection. So, let’s talk about the bright parts of my day.

When the sun rises, I get to see the sky turn from pinky greys to bright blue. The early spring has meant that there are flowers right outside of my window, which I glance at every chance I can. My fluffy dog sometimes will walk in during the work day and bless me with puppy kisses. That feeling of a warm mug of tea in your hands as you start the day. Or the picture of my family at my “work from home” desk that I look at and remember those happy moments. 

All these little blessings are so good, so good for my soul. I just need to take time to remember them. Keep strong everyone! 

-L

Sherlock and Claire (a work in progress)

For the 3rd week in the Writer’s Workshop, we were challenged to rewrite the first sentence of our story to create more tension. This actually lead me to change up the beginning of my story entirely. (for the better, I think).

Here was the original:

“Halloooo?!! Claire!!??”

Sherlock bounded up the stairs of Claire’s house and rang the doorbell. After what felt like an eternity, the door slowly opened and Sherlock peered inside.It wasn’t Claire. It was her mother…

“Oh, Hi Mrs. Watson”. Sherlock moved his head looking further inside.

Here is the rewrite:

Sherlock bounded up the stairs of Claire’s house, rang the doorbell and peered inside but as the door slowly opened Sherlock noticed it wasn’t Claire.

“Halloo?!!?”

“Hello, James”

Sherlock moved his head looking further inside.“Oh, Hi Mrs. Watson”.


Thoughts? What do you think of the new version? Is the first sentence still too wordy? I am more content with the series of events in the second version. But I am not convinced it is the final version of the beginning. Please check out the Writer’s Workshop hosted on Go Dog Go Cafe by Tanya Cliff!

 

A Time to Rest, a Time to Write

Oh Hello!

It seems like forever since I sat down and spent some time writing on this blog. Why did I take time away?

Well, the easiest answer is that the business of life took me away. I wish it didn’t but it did. Now I come stumbling back to my keyboard wondering if my dear writer friends will still want to hear my poems.

I have felt a strong sense that it is important to take time to rest, recharge and reconsider my life journey. These past few weeks have been this time for me. Although I have been busy, moments that I normally would take to blog have been filled with reflection and meditation.

This time away has made me more excited to start writing again. I have different and new ideas that I want to try and for the first time I don’t feel fear in sharing these ideas with you.

I am looking forward to the future. The bright sun and the yellow pink shadows that fall as I turn my face toward the light.

Be well and you’ll hear from me soon. I promise.

-L

 


Photo by Angelina Kichukova on Unsplash.