Sending a huge Thank You to my good friend and fellow blogger/writer, Dan Antion of No Facilities, for the interview and plug to my new space on Blogger. I hope those of you who follow me here will make your way over there. I am participating this year in the JusJoJan prompt challenge and have a new post up Poke Me Now you also need to pop over to Dan’s place. There you will find great stories, learn how to build things, see some wonderful Winter photos, meet his walking companion, Maddie and a lot of other really great people … Continue reading Thank You!
Are you all grown up? Are we ever? There are many things about me that have evolved, especially in the last decade, with regard to personal growth and emotional development. I once read that a person’s basic personality and habits … Continue reading Some Things are Constant
….But innocent, not
is your wicked plot
to plunder our lives
and topple our pots.
We gnash our teeth
as we wring our hands,
as moments pass-
the golden sands
through the hourglass. Continue reading Harvest Moon
Welcome to the second annual Cherished Blogfest. This event saw its first run a year ago, created by a very talented writer, Damyanti at Daily Write. I met her through blogging where she brought together a group of very diverse … Continue reading Cherished/#CBF16
Petals fall away love’s bloom slowly forgotten all things grow paler Cheryl KP copyright 2016 Continue reading Paler
The hollow sound that rose from within was like a cry of pain that cut into M’na’s heart. The thin thread by which she now clung to sanity was threatening to give way to the rage inside her weakened body. Continue reading Tears and Truth/Forever Never
Eolas saw everything in slow motion-his eyes, his mind, his heart memorizing every molecule of existence in the moments that followed. He watched the head of the great She-Creature as it turned away from Naofa and trained its gaze on his treasure chest. Continue reading Face to Face/Forever Never
day and night,
‘twixt shadow and light,
we know. Continue reading Bee Tween
She simply would not allow her mind to drift to the darker aspect of the miracle, of the deception…. and a good thing it was, for the Dark Watcher had become ever more diligent in finding moments to peer through his portal, as always unable to control the impatience that permeated his being.
I am the reflection of his
the sultry mistress
of all his nights. Continue reading Behind the Mask/Poetry