This was written as a class assignment to take a non-literary piece of writing as a point of inspiration for a piece of creative writing. I used the beer menu from my local brew pub! he was half gentleman, not beast an ever charming sentinel marked by his military bearing she found him to have an awake mind full of blue-eyed soul … Continue reading Surrender to Decay
It is rumored that there are 50 words In the Eskimo language for snow I ponder Why are there not 50 words in the English language That I could draw upon To describe that moment When your bare skin Touches my bare skin? Many call me a writer, a poet And yet words utterly fail … Continue reading Skin
It is rumored that there are 50 words In the Eskimo language for snow I ponder Why are there not 50 words in the English language That I could draw upon To describe that moment When your bare skin Touches my bare skin? Many call me a writer, a poet And yet words utterly fail … Continue reading Skin
you spin words into phrases like silk thread fine lustrous weave them into a gossamer shawl breathtaking to behold delicate iridescent resilient with unexpected body with strength I long to wrap myself in the cloth of your words cocoon myself inside white mulberry leaves nectar shall sustain me as I metamorphize I will emerge changed by … Continue reading Gossamer Wings
This was written as a class assignment where we needed to take a non-literary piece of writing as a point of inspiration for a piece of creative writing. I used the beer menu from my local brew pub! I had a lot of fun with it. he was half gentleman, not beast an ever charming sentinel marked … Continue reading Surrender to Decay
It is rumored that there are 50 words In the Eskimo language for snow I ponder Why are there not 50 words in the English language That I could draw upon To describe that moment When your bare skin Touches my bare skin? Many call me a writer, a poet And yet words utterly fail … Continue reading Skin (revisited)
Brave & Reckless 