It is on Sunday And mostly late in the day Scent buttery sweet A ride in the car and the roof all the way down Light blue eyes and sky What lasts forever? All of this turns to rubble After time weathers Charred and burned on stove with baby boy on her hip Smoke a… Continue reading French Toast
Steve North These author questions and answers have been a great source of inspiration to me. In the answers, there is a sort of confirmation, to roll with what ever is going on in my head when creativity is concerned. MAURIA presents images of a society divided. One depending on the other and maybe a communion… Continue reading Steve North
Juan Carlos Cantú Today's post is provided by Juan Carlos Cantú author of Age Warfare. His book, a fiction novel feels much like non-fiction. As our planet, our society, our world continue to be in peril's way, a message is offered. Although Age Warfare is a fantasy novel, reading Juan's intentions that led to his… Continue reading Juan Carlos Cantú
Vision, with all the senses, can easily cast beauty. Crossing, a line in the sand. Senses stir, a provocative plan. A single moment in time Eyes, to see the beauty. Beautiful. Danger, a warning, even so, no heeding, Too powerful and alluring, Keep going, proceeding. Other senses, to be sure. Determined. Justified. Touch, to feel.… Continue reading Beauty
On the horizon rests a promise of more, when tomorrow comes. A new day, heated and bright, rays of hope sailing over the cloudy grey. A grey possibly only within the mind, and not shading a perfect sky of blue. That promise, is it real or just a dream, something made up and something that… Continue reading Grey Dreams
Thanks a whole hell of a lot Negan. You have truly ruined everything for me. Another Sunday, another day of The Walking Dead. I am not only excited but a little disappointed. Tonight is the season finale. To ease that pain somewhat we get the season premier of Fear (The Walking Dead). And, this is the… Continue reading My Sundays are dead. Truly.
Trespasses against me not forgotten easily, the hell, is waiting at my door. I asked, to be set free from this, stale misery Now, here you are... back for more. It only takes a minute to remember what you've done. It only takes a minute and I'm on my way, I run. I try… Continue reading To Forgive
When ink is not enough to ease the worried mind the soul bleeds until the paper is red. Colored with anger drenched inside with feelings of misery and dread. Disillusioned and conned for... all that it's worth, and, not given a dime. The words are there for proof, and confirm the malice in time. The… Continue reading Fear