What do people often say is a waste of time, not real, an escape from reality? What creates vast castles in the clouds, lone watches on gorgeous beaches, with only three things you were allowed to bring? What can frighten us in the dark of night and inspire us in the darkest of days, lead […]
Whenever she pictured him, he held A brush in his hand, mouth pursed in thought. Together, they imagined universes and colors and sound like the Delicate cool blue whirl of the pulsar like the ocean at the heart of every star. Whenever she pictures him, colors stain his fingers, Many colors swirled in a chaotic […]
All right, back to work, after a great – and needed day off. Before that, though,I just wanted to say how great it is to read from other writers, which is a great part of any day! I’ve had so much fun reading the Friday Fictioneer posts and am sorry no time to contribute this […]
Rebounding against rock walls Like a prophecy Of someone I have not met Asking Is anyone there? Yes. Here I am.
Image downloaded free from Gde-fon.com. On the rain-slicked streets I skidded on concrete and magic. Wings blossomed from my back, to steady myself. I looked forward for your eyes.
I am currently taking a class in poetry at Open University, How Writers Write Poetry I’ll be posting the favorite of my exercises on here. This week is sketching, 1-4 line poems. Water thrown down from the dam, to Unseen depths, Splashes up further down the river.
To look upon the quiet pool by moonlightWill never tell what lies within. How leaf drifted down from tree,The pulses of the steady breeze,Tsunami as the earth quakes far away. Come into the water and feelLife in waves. Mysteries are revealedAs we descendAnd rise again. One day we will know why,The trials, the reason, the […]
In the ghostly silence Of a day that longs to come, I find Myself contemplating The wonder of it all. Speak to me Of friendly memories, Of welcome ghosts. Are you listening? Are you here? I am Comforted by (After the shock of) Believing. You are here.
still remembering, lost in the wish to be somewhere else, someone else, as all oceans are one the stars, the moon, the sun, but forgiveness is not offered, not accepted, driftwood caught on the edge of enlightenment
This week a fellow writer posed a question to an online forum. He wanted to know what to do when you start to hate – or at least dislike – your current project. The majority of responders advised him to put it aside for later, which I thought is really good advice if possible. Sometimes […]
Anne Higa 