The river

Where are you going?

.

Rippling waves

Lap against

The worn and

Creaking

Wooden skiff

.

He does not 

Answer my

Question

Extending a hand

.

I know the exact amount

I know the payment required

.

A tarnished silver coin

Cold

Pale eyes

He looks through my soul

.

Where are you going?


I wrote this in response to The Free Revoltions Prompt Challenge! Be sure to check out the theme for Issue 2! Photo by Jack Anstey on Unsplash

For a moment

Lost

Closing my eyes

And breathing

In 

For a moment

I recalled the person,

Place and thing

That I needed to find

.

I have been awake for

Hours

And still have yet

To find a doorway

To enter

.

Ask and receive?

Where is my maker?

The night closes in

And I still have 

Oil burning in

My lamp

.

Blinking and seeing

The place

Where I’ve arrived

And I am not sure

If this

Is where I was meant to

be.


Oh the joys of living and wondering, thinking and being. I have wondered about my life lately and seeming have come up with no answers to my questions. But maybe by asking the questions, I will start to understand the journey. Photo by Ronald Cuyan on Unsplash

My Rose

My rose

Clothly, dire

Draped red sapphires

And I whisper in your ear

Do you taste the velvet

Crushed under my

Finger tips?

.

Resting

Smoothly, delicate

Donned carpet petals

And I see the deep lust

in the every gasp and

breath

.

Crisp and clean

Savory and satisfying

.

I claim 

You

My rose


A forgotten poem I wrote a few months ago. I wan’t originally going to share it but after some time away, I decided to post it. Photo by Biel Morro on Unsplash

Tout le Monde

Tout le monde

Tout le monde

Will hear and see

Your voice

Traveling

To new depths and heights

Mon cherie

.

Parce je t’aime

Tout les choses 

That you represent

New beginnings 

And new endings 

With you

.

Qu’est-ce que tu voudrais?

Your eyes

My hands

On your heart

And I wonder how

Our love will

Bloom

.

Tout le monde

Will see my love

The words

From my lips

And they will 

Understand

.

New beginnings

And new endings

Avec 

mon amour


After a month’s hiatus, I am back! I am more determined than ever to schedule and write this month! This peice is a continuation in language study and playing with ideas and phrases that you cannot find in English. Photo by Stephane Ben8 on Unsplash

At the races- a short story

“Quick around the bend!” Margy shouted. She held her breath. Somehow these races always got the best of her usually reserved character. Her friend Peggy screamed next to her, ”AROUND THE BEND YOU FOOL!!” Peggy’s hat and composure fell on the ground but she didn’t care. She grabbed Margy’s hand and started jumping.

“I can’t see! I can’t see Margy!” Peggy’s face was reddening under the sun and the excitement. Margy looked down and realized they were sitting on a bench. The perfect substitute for a stool.

“Let’s stand on this bench Peggy! Quick up and up before they finish!” She grabbed Peggy’s hand and lifted her onto the bench. A man behind them loudly complained about not being able to see the track any longer. Peggy didn’t even hear him. She was jumping and waving her hands.

“Margy! HE’S WINNING! MY BABY’S AHEAD!” Margy knew Peggy was referencing her favorite horse, not her biological child. Peggy was so wrapped up in the race, Margy just had to smile. Every year they went to the races together, bet on horses and had a wonderful time.

“MARGY! HE’S WON THE RACE! FIRST PLACE TO MY BABY!!!”

Margy laughed and said “He did it for you Peggy!”


This short story was inspired by the Secret Attic “Picture this” challenge! I had a lot of fun writing and responding to this one. I probably could have taken it a bit farther but as with most of my writing, I like to end it before it gets started… I would like to write more short fiction and hope to sit down this month and finally work on some vignettes for my children’s story!

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Also to those that regularly read my writing, you may have wondered where I ventured to since I have not posted recently. With the Easter holiday and other springtime fun, I took a break from writing. This month, I hope to get stuck into writing again. For when I write, I feel so much better. Writing has been a comforting self-care activity for so long now, I want to make sure that I keep at it. Thanks for your support!

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.

Promptober Day 15: Sunrise

Kiri gripped the ledge of the window. She stood on her toes to see. If only she was taller! She tugged her arms but didn’t lift any further. A deep laugh sounded behind her. Kiri turned to see Claude walk up. His tall Talchirian limbs swung at his sides. He filled a room with his large alien body. 

“Oh hi, Claude,” Kiri said. Claude looked down at Kiri. His four eyes all blinked at her at different times.

“Do you need help, my human female friend?” Claude’s voice reverberated through the room.

Kiri looked up sheepishly. “If you don’t mind,Claude. These windows are made for a larger species than my own.”

Claude’s long arms wrapped around her torso and he lifted Kiri up above the ledge of the window. She looked out of the window. There it was! Her beautiful earth! The big blue planet looked like a perfect round fruit in the sky. When the spacecraft made its rounds, this was Kiri’s favorite time to go planet-gazing. And look! There was the sun peaking out from behind the Earth. Kiri sighed.

“The Earth truly is a beautiful planet.” Claude said. “Have you been able to descend and traverse this planet?”

Kiri smiled. “Oh yes, the sunrise is the best part of the day. If only we could! Everything the earth’s atmosphere creates! It just dazzles the sky!”

“Would you say this view is beautiful?” Claude asked. “Please describe it to me.”

“Oh yes,” Kiri responded. She put her hand on Claude’s arm. “Don’t worry friend, I will make sure you get down there one day. Then I won’t have to tell you about it, you will just be able to remember.” 

Claude smiled. His human friend really was very kind.


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 Nick Scheerbart 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 13: Grass

“Is this a good spot?” Laurie said arms outstretched. The clouds drifted slowly across the sky. Mira caught up to Laurie. The view here was perfect.

“Yes”, she said. “Laurie this is perfect”. He was smiling at the sun, arms still extended. Suddenly, he turned and caught Mira in his arms. He kissed her neck, squeezed and let her go. Sitting down, Laurie stretched himself back on the warm grass. Mira stood a bit longer, somewhat startled by Laurie’s acts of affection. Mira caught her breath again. Her fingers touched where Laurie’s lips had been. She blushed as she let the sun warm her face.

“Sit down with me, Mira” Laurie grabbed at her hand gently. Tugging ever so slightly. As Mira bent down to rest next to Laurie, he quickly pulled her back to lay down on the grass next to him. Fingertips brushing. They both gazed up at the blue sky and noticed the quiet waves of the wind on their faces. Mira breathed in deeply.

“Laurie?” she stared. 

“Hmm?”

Mira turned her head and noticed Laurie’s eyes were closed. He was fully relaxed with his hands resting on his stomach. He looked so peaceful. A perfect innocence resting on his face. A smile curled at Mira’s lips. In one quick movement, she lifted herself and bent over to Laurie kissing him on the lips. She dared not linger too long but the soft relaxed lips received her kiss willingly. Under her kiss, Mira felt Laurie’s lips curve into a smile. She pulled away feeling very embarrassed. She sat up.

“Mira?” Laurie’s eyes were opened. He looked at her blushing cheeks and back at her lips. He smiled. “Let’s rest here a little longer. Yes?” He reached out his hand and rested it on Mira’s.

“I would like that,” Mira whispered. The clouds slowly passed by. The wind blew through their hair. Mira shuddered and lifted Laurie’s hand that rested overtop her’s. She gave it a gentle kiss. The breeze rippled through the grass bringing the warm air to the couple as they watched the sky.


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 Toa Heftiba 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 12: Cassette

Sherlock ran over to the bookcase. He grabbed at the old dictionary, heaving it from the shelf. 

“UGH!” he said. “This is heavy!” Sherlock started to tilt, losing balance.

“WOAH!” Claire shouted racing over to her best friend. She pushed her hands to his back to steady him. “You gotta be careful Sherlock!”

“I know, I know” he said. Sherlock put the book on the ground with a thunk. He got to his knees and started flipping through the pages.

Claire sat down next to him and watched Sherlock fan through the “B’s”, “C’s” and “D’s”.

“What word are you looking for?” she asked.

Sherlock pushed his sliding glasses up his nose. “I am looking for the “K’s”, I think.” He kept flipping through the pages, eyes scanning. Licking his thumb, Sherlock grabbed the corner of each page. Claire snorted.

“You look like an old man!” She laughed. “Only my Gran-ma does stuff like that” Claire leaned back on her arms and looked up at the bookshelf where Sherlock had grabbed the dictionary. It was filled with old codexes and encyclopedias. She thought she read titles in different languages.

“I wonder why this house is filled with such weird books,” Claire said. She sighed. Sherlock was so intent on his search that he didn’t respond. Pretty typical from her single minded friend. Claire glanced back down to her friend.

“Found it!” Sherlock’s fingers had stopped at a word on the page. He was face close to the paper. He read aloud “Kassite- a member of an ancient people related to the Elamite who ruled Babylonia from c1650 to c1100 b.c. This is it Claire!”

“I’m sorry, what?” Claire did not follow. “I think you missed a step, what is it?”

Sherlock turned, unperturbed by Claire’s confusion. “Remember how Mrs. Feltman told us the story about the person who used to live here? She said that her neighbor disappeared suddenly but left a weird message on her answering machine.” Sherlock paused and stared past Claire.

Clair stared at her friend. “Continue please! Sherlock you’re talking in your head again!” She nudged Sherlock.

“Oh yeah” Sherlock blinked and looked back at Claire. She could see the excitement in his eyes. He was having trouble verbalizing everything. 

“Claire, Mrs. Feltman said the message was something like ‘Time to go, these cassettes are brilliant.’ Mrs. Feltman thought her neighbor said cassette. What if he said something else?” Dramatically, Sherlock reached out and swung his hand back to the dictionary.

“What if he said Kassite! Claire that would mean only one thing!”

Claire was still lost. “One thing?”

Sherlock jumped up unable to contain his excitement. “It means he traveled back in time to Kassites!”


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 Toa Heftiba 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.