Procrastination

The blank page
broods,
waiting for creation
of word-song,
fear trembles
the soul caging
the muse,
time spins
uncontrolled,
brain wonders:
Will I lose
today’s song
to foggy tomorrow?

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Little Treasures

In my hand, I hold a treasure
that smells of paste, ink, and wonder;
Open the cover, cross the portal,
and wander through wrinkled time;

fall down the rabbit hole
and travel into the future;
take a magic carpet ride
and rub the genie’s lamp;

float down the Nile
or sail the seven seas;
ride a camel through the desert
to play riddle-me-this with the Sphinx;

hear a tale of cabbages and kings
or retrieve the sword from the stone;
watch the ponies frolicking in the surf
and hear the sirens sing;

peruse the emperor’s new duds
or visit the Hobbit’s burrow;
dance with the Gentry in the night
or see the smile fading in the trees,

open my eyes and open my heart,
lift my soul and guide my dreams.
All this and so much more, can
be found within the pages of a book,

and what a wondrous, marvelous thing.

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New Post: The Foolish and the Dead

I have a new post up at my other blog, The Foolish and the Dead, for those who may be interested.

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One Life’s Measure

If the measure of a life
     is gauged by the moments
that steal our breath,
     then my life has a full measure

What stutters my breath;
     what extent does my life encompass?

Capturing that elusive word
     when writing, gazing upon
the endless dance of stars
     painted across a midnight sky,

the melancholy susurration
     of wind in the trees, a pas de deux
of wood and flame, tracing
     the arch of your brow, savoring
your exhalation upon my nape

and the arpeggio of our love
     and life together.

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Quote for the Day

Two very different quotes today - the first was sent to me by a friend and I love it, so thought I would share. I find both of these quotes to be timely in today's climate.  I hope you enjoy them both.



'Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater.
If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby.
If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.
If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.
If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart.
She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.
So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of sh#t.'
~Anonymous


“As nightfall does not come at once, neither does oppression. In both instances, there’s a twilight where everything remains seemingly unchanged, and it is in such twilight that we must be aware of change in the air, however slight, lest we become unwitting victims of the darkness.”
~ William O. Douglas

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New Posting: The Foolish and the Dead

I have a new posting up on my other blog, The Foolish and the Dead, regarding voting.  I hope you stop by and give me some feedback.

Thank you!

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New Blog: The Foolish and the Dead

Over the past few years, I've noticed many changes in our country and in the world about which I have definite opinions.  There seems to be rampant misinformation and outright falsehoods being put forth as fact instead of opinion, blatant disregard for civil rights, a regression in attitudes as well as many things that just plain piss me off.  With that in mind, I've begun a new blog so that I have a separate location for my commentaries, opinions, and even some rants.  

The new blog is called The Foolish and the Dead, http://thefoolishandthedead.blogspot.com/.  I currently have an introduction post up and will soon have my first topic posting.

I hope you will stop by my new blog, read and let me know your opinion.  This location will continue to be my journal of creative writing. 

I look forward to hearing from you.  Thank you!

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Quote for Today

“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”  ~Maya Angelou

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Quote for the Day

"I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all."  ~Richard Wright, American Hunger, 1977

"You write to communicate to the hearts and minds of others what's burning inside you. And we edit to let the fire show through the smoke." ~Arthur Polotnik

"Writing is both mask and unveiling." ~E.B. White

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Ten Days

Ten days ago everything was perfect.  In ten minutes, she would be gone.  In ten hours, the authorities would have the letter – but what could I say now to get her back in the car. 

So here I am, ten miles from nowhere, sitting alongside the I-10 indicator sign, in a broken down convertible in 100 degree weather watching dust devils dance around her boot heels as she stalks down the gravel road.  Nothing ahead and nothing behind but sun-washed blue sky and fields that one spark would set ablaze.   How did I get from perfect to here?   Beats the hell out of me.

Ten days ago we were happy and looking forward to the future.  Both of us were working, saving our money and looking forward to the fall semester of college.   It was just supposed to be a road trip.  You know, let off a little steam, kick up our heels, cut loose a little before going back to school.  But somehow, it all went to hell.   

I guess I should begin my story at the beginning . . .

(Just a little something - not sure where, or if it's going anywhere.)

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