My roots are anchored In the rocky soil. My leaves curve upward, Wide and shivering. My petals are blue, And though they seem to droop I am not wilted, But the peel of my bells Has run away with the … Continue reading Mountain Bluebells
The bumblebee Single-mindedly Tended my flowers Frenetically For hours Scurrying here Then there Eager, focused, clumsy His butt was fuzzy His body chonky Adorable, surprisingly But if I reached out To cuddle or squeeze The illusion would end I watch … Continue reading Bumblebee
Lifted blinds An open window Clear sky Light breeze Bright sun An orchid sways Slanted rays warm the couch Children squeal A dog barks Dune buggies rumble by Continue reading Relaxed
A forest at sunset. Time is nearly reset. Reality blurs. The inevitable occurs. The last thing I know Is the sun’s orange halo Pushing through the trees, And the only one who sees Is me. Continue reading End
Along the dramatic coast, rocky slopes plummeted to the sea. To shield the interior from prying eyes, a wall of evergreens, proud and straight despite the bitter sea winds, grew closely spaced, branches intertwining and needles crossing with those from … Continue reading Hidden
The Fence and the Vine Along a lane between two fields there is a barbed wire fence, and on this fence a vine ‘twines ’round and ’round and imitates the twisted metal, green on rusted black. The fence supports the … Continue reading Experiments in Writing – Prose Poetry
Samantha was so weak as she lay dying in the hospital that it was a monumental effort to keep her eyes closed. It was easier to stare listlessly at the fern in her window as her lungs gurgled. Her eyesight … Continue reading Shadowed
The officer glowered at the snow-clad, bright orange berries of the firethorn bush growing up the side of the abandoned house. Despite its name, the heavy snow had settled unmelted into the cracks and crannies of the heavily laden branches, … Continue reading Firethorn
Someone started a fire in my backyard. It wasn’t obvious at first. It smoldered out of sight among the roots. It burned away the flowers’ vitality. It left in its wake the brittle brown shadows of plants. It climbed slowly, … Continue reading Fire
I’m writing this at a very late hour and I need to be up ridiculously early tomorrow. Forgive me any ramblings, typos, or grammar mistakes. Short form seems to be the way to go for me right now, so I’ve … Continue reading Experiments in Writing – Flash Fiction
Staring Out A Window 