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If Love was Enough

image link If love was enough, I’d overlook your unwavering putdowns of others whose faces you smile into, million small cuts, relentless putdowns of me, non-dissuadable gaslighting, insistence for appeasement, unsatiable abyss of need and want for any and everything.   If love was enough, I’d allow only your smile, laugh, kindness to animals, knowledge… Continue reading If Love was Enough


Christmas Character Origin Story Flash Challenge

Are you ready to write a Christmas Character Origin story? Check out Fiction Playground for more details!

Fiction Playground


First of all allow me to apologize if you have been looking for this post for nearly a week. I wrongly assumed I could return from my bi-annual international mission trip with my head collected and ready to resume my regular activities. Even after my fourth trip I found my head to be anything but ready to be “back to normal”. Of course that assumes a normality exists in every day life which is a fallacy in itself.

With that out of the way I offer you a hearty WELCOME! If you are still with me this far in then you are one of those willing to try your hand at this Christmas themed challenge. For those just jumping aboard this jingle bell express let me give you the skinny. Between now and Christmas Day I challenge you to write an origin story for your favorite Christmas character. Now we…

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Poem – “Fuel”

Jennifer Patino is one of the poets who consistently resonates deep truths. Just one example. Check her out at Pretty Kool Dame Poetry.

Pretty Kool Dame Poetry

FuelPhoto by Me

Fuel //by Jennifer Patino

I down
a cup
of jitterbugs
& shovel
of knowledge up

I will it
to inspire me
& I give in
to ink tangents
and the fire

I make
out of messes
& destroy
that which
doesn’t serve

I believe
that purity
of divine love
is the truth
of what we
really deserve

I do this
to stay alive
& enjoy the lessons
I’m given;
It’s all I know
about how to survive

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music · The Daily Post -- Prompts · Uncategorized

One Way Out – – The Allman Brothers

image link Eat a Peach is another one of those 25c at a yard sale CDs that I didn't have a lot of investment going into it when I listened.  I bought it because I recognized the song title from a CD compilation of various hits of the 70's I used to listen to at… Continue reading One Way Out – – The Allman Brothers


Old Bones On The Shore

Another exquisite photograph by Ted Jennings that has inspired a haiku:

My lifesap fading

I reach out, touching you to

share our afterlives.

Two shots of bones around sunset.

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The great thing here, you can wait 5 minutes and take another shot, it will look different.

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Day 30 — OctWriPoMo — Forbidden

image link Taken directly from the shadow poetry website: A Kyrielle is a French form of rhyming poetry written in quatrains (a stanza consisting of 4 lines), and each quatrain contains a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza). Each line within the poem consists of only… Continue reading Day 30 — OctWriPoMo — Forbidden

#OctPoWriMo2017 · etheree · flora · poetry · Uncategorized

Day 27 — OctWriPoMo — Peony!

photo taken in 2015 The form is etheree, which consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables.   Peony!   Ah! The scent! Peony! Ginger sweetness Invades my nostrils Ants, bees, I, all called to The olfactory altar Deep within ruffled rainbows are The yellow-powdered nuggets, manna… Continue reading Day 27 — OctWriPoMo — Peony!


because #metoo is just too much

I haven’t specifically written to the #metoo campaign that is going on, but I’ve read an awful lot of others writing on the subject. Wanda Olugbala writes with deep resonance for me on the subject.

fearfree living

i have not
always been brave

i don’t know how many there were
i was on the ground
there were hands
grabbing at me.
squeezing me.
pinching me.
i couldn’t tell you
how long it lasted.
it ended when i grabbed
one of them by the
back of his head slammed
his face into the gravel and
dragged him till the white
meat showed. the teacher asked
if i had any regrets. i told her, ‘hell nah.’

i was six.

i did not always have
a snappy comeback

i’m not like the other boys.
i can give you a baby.
why the phuck would
i want a baby?

i was 12.

i was always afraid
i was always angry

my uncle took me into the basement.
he told me this is what they will say.
this is what they will do.
no matter how scared you…

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