i am split apart, opened wide like the Nile and equally as filled with memories of life and death and history flowing through ancient cities. i am the woman in the dunes,…
lost words
I have lost the words, their life force spilling at my feet after slipping through disconsolate fingers. The letters tumble and roll, trying to find a place to come together, to find…
the Pitkin Review published the highway
The Spring 2017 issue of Goddard College’s peer-reviewed literary journal, The Pitkin Review, has arrived in the mail! My story, The Highway, is looking mighty sexy on page 9. Grab a copy:…
sky queen
Good day folks. For those who are unaware, I am also a website and graphic designer. Below is my latest creation, a movie poster; my first.
finding the true days
I do not celebrate culture created holidays. None of them. I celebrate each day, all 365 of them, and find ways to make them beautiful and special. If I desire to give…
edible lover
I have an edible lover. We intertwine, this lover and I. We meld and spill like a waterfall into each other. We become…
authentic
Strong, sturdy hips receive hungry thrusts. Authentic sex is not for the weak. Fainting hearts are not welcome here. Moans crescendo, vibrating leaves and rippling rivers. Bodies transform, like werewolves under a…
leaving chaos
Writing Prompt: Chaotic Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. The world seems to be spinning out of control. Chaotic systems that have us enslaved to ways of living…
do not look for me here
If one day you desire to find me, don’t look for me here. Search for me in the quiet space, that place where only you and I can dwell. There will be…
army days
I look back on my days in the United States Army and remember what so many of us women went through during basic training and AIT. Our basic training was during the height of the summer; we carried rucksacks and tall black weapons, wore black leather boots that initially were too heavy and camouflage uniforms too…
belief collector
i collect beliefs and put them inside glass jars, rubber sealed and sometimes placed in the sun. i shake them to see if they will blend. some converge, others diverge. all are…
filtered kiss
Having fun with filters today! Do you have any favorite filters you’d like to share?
channeling dark sexy
Sharing a cool, dark filter. Today is play day!
pieces of me
i sprinkle pieces of me at your feet, like rose petals, to soothe your soul from the unforgiving earth. each piece is memory reborn, slipping into your world, melding with your memories,…
on the edge of rest
Photo Challenge: Edge I cannot sit. The edge is too near, too daunting. The cloth is stripped away as surely as my soul is stripped of the bravery to simply sit and…
the potential for a memoir
One of my advisors a year ago encouraged me to write a memoir based on a writing prompt during one of our residency workshops. He was so enthralled by what I had…
i am starseed
inside this brown skin is the divine existence of mysterious cosmic forces. i am starseed.
i am not what you seek
I am not what you see or seek in the mirror. I am me, living inside my skin, carrying blood and bone through time.
blue elegance
Writing Prompt: Elegant Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. The waters are not blue. They are the mirror for the royal skies that look down at an elegant…
gaia
Gaia I am in awe. Life. It sings to my soul. New Songs. Honor it now. Earth.