Mistress Moon/Poetry/Photography
Lose yourself
beneath the sea,
the pain no more,
left on the shore
in wishes and starfishes,
green foam on rolling waves.” Continue reading Mistress Moon/Poetry/Photography
Tag: dreams
The Choice/Poetry
Yet I could not be satisfied,
and asked the hostess, to the side,
“What would happen if, instead,
I chose the path unknown ahead?” Continue reading The Choice/Poetry
The B Affair
Oh Sir
what do you seek
(I pray you never cease)
Oh Sir
you know I’m meek
(your prodding doth increase) Continue reading The B Affair
Beautiful Moments
remnants of the dream
that linger to thrill,
to mercifully fill
the heart with comfort
and hope. Continue reading Beautiful Moments
Its Done/Forever Never
She pulled back the edge of the fur blanket to peer into its scrunched up face. It was a lovely little creature, with dark hair and creamy white skin but for the teeth marks embedded in the back of its neck. How it wailed Continue reading Its Done/Forever Never
If I Took a Train….
It’s about the magic of revelation, about the anticpation of greatness tinged with the fear of failure. There is magic in growing up and learning what we are capable of even in the face of insurmountable odds. Continue reading If I Took a Train….
Warrior’s Wounds/Forever Never
Laoch groaned and shrank from her touch, and she felt something warm and moist beneath her fingers. As the first shards of morning streaked over his skin, Ella could see several deep scratches on his lower back. Continue reading Warrior’s Wounds/Forever Never
Passion’s Dream/Forever Never
A flash of dark, delicate skin and long black hair ran flashed through her mind, accusing black eyes filled with pain. Guilt crept into Naofa’s conscience but was quickly dissolved by waves of ecstasy. They moved in a dance of desire, moved just as the lovers in the woods had in her vision of pain. How she had longed to be that female.
Bee Tween
Somewhere between
day and night,
‘twixt shadow and light,
we know. Continue reading Bee Tween
A Crowded House/Forever Never
“He is very fine, Mna,” whispered Eagna. “I hope I will be as blessed with such devotion and love with our child.” She stroked her stomach and then reached out to touch Mna’s rounded belly. At the same moment Mna moved to stroke her friend’s stomach; and when they touched one another simultaneously, the life within them kicked happily. They both laughed uncontrollably for a few seconds, giddy with the sensation. “Already they are friends,” smiled Mna. Continue reading A Crowded House/Forever Never
Tropical Affair 