Here’s some poetry only a writer could love. An example of my love hate relationship with editing. But it must be done! To Do’s Can you backspace Center space Use less commas But add one here, Double space and Don’t forget 1 inch Indent and margins And of course Know your genre Characters and placesContinue reading “To Do’s”
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Frayed Ends
Frayed Ends And what, dear children, is the end of the world? Is it when a hydrogen bomb is triggered, and flesh and concrete and body and soul are brought to nothingness by the fury of a stillborn sun? Is it when the rich finally get tired of carrying the poor on their backs (or,Continue reading “Frayed Ends”
Doors
Doors
Wedding Day- Geoff Blanchette
Wedding Day She puts on her white dress. She slips on her red heels. She takes the quivering hand of her father, steps out of the alcove and down the aisle, with her head held high as her unexpected burden bounces in time to her steps. Geoff Blanchette is a writer and actor based inContinue reading “Wedding Day- Geoff Blanchette”
Doors
Truffles
Truffles Golden box filled with a cryptic variety The folded paper to help me decipher which chocolate I just placed in my mouth Without that paper I poke and prod each truffle looking for the perfect one. And when I find the one that suits me I close my eyes and lean back Enjoying theContinue reading “Truffles”
Sleep, my friend
Sleep, my friend I can’t keep my eyes open The lids they’re being pulled down by a crane And the weightlessness of sleep washes over me like waves Some bigger than others I want to skip all this creating and let my consciousness free in dreams But I’m almost finished just a few more sentencesContinue reading “Sleep, my friend”
Pierre Puvis De Chavannes
“I have a weakness I scarcely dare to avow. [It] consists in preferring rather mournful aspects to all others, low skies, solitary plains, discreet in hue, where each tuft of grass plays it’s little tune to the indolent breath of the wind of midday… I wait impatiently for the bad weather to come, andContinue reading “Pierre Puvis De Chavannes”
Frayed Ends- Morality Collection
Frayed Ends And what, dear children, is the end of the world? Is it when a hydrogen bomb is triggered, and flesh and concrete and body and soul are brought to nothingness by the fury of a stillborn sun? Is it when the rich finally get tired of carrying the poor on their backs (or,Continue reading “Frayed Ends- Morality Collection”
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