A writing sample variety
Humectant - a poem Cupcakes and razor blades Poison acid in my veins Bittersweet and grave, the taste of reason Damned to do, and damned for naught Frustration festers all for aught My mind contends to lynch itself for treason (c)2006
Translation Argumentative Write the weird and wacky ways, All the crazy things we says, Goofy, silly, strange-oid being, Psycho stuffs. Write ev-er-y-thing! Devout of faith and heretic; The quest for truth; the lies so thick; Purple, paradigm paradox; How time rapes meaning from the clock. Translation represents restive one-sided argumentative. The mirror black reveals all truths; Silver murk--a dubious sleuth. Live life dying more each day-- Spirit ascends from that parlay. Toxic nutrients consumed create the macabre phoenix plume. Silent, yet so deathly loud-- Lace curtain, such a muffling shroud-- Through porous veil, my thirst is whet; Il a chanté, mon alouette. (c) 2018
A Macabre Dance of Love and Hate This infernal piece of paper With its crispy edges of doom Its blankly staring, flattened face... I want to crumple it into a ball and Compress it down to its laughing core The way this page has haunted me No other bully could compare The smoothness of its surface Is like a toxic lover's caress One who knows your heart's desire Yet holds you in thrall with empty promises Devoid of honor as this page is blank with words This slate so clean, unmarred by rabid thought Until, with ink, my raven weapon I slice the paper with impunity This parchment taunts me, begs my wilted sword I curse the page as provocation lands its mark A twisted dance--we oblige one another The battle boils; the mind-dam bursts Beyond the ensuing flood I find I am the laughing one The scent of page and ink combine Aroma fit to seduce the mind Victory of battle--my war rages ever on And daily do I deal these wicked blows Une danse macabre de l'amour et de la haine (originally published in CSCC literary mag "Perceptions" May 2018)
Stillhouse Hollow Falls This amphitheater au naturale Hides echoes of the fae from long ago Abiding in the rocks and waterfall And tinkling through the pools that ripple slow Great canopy begins its Autumn turn Bold Harvest season setting up display That firebrand-painted world will swiftly burn Yet, there is still some time for summer play Cascading down the face of mossy stone The soothing waters speak of peaceful glades Where nature has been left to thrive, alone And time itself is all that ever fades I know this land can hear my aching heart I cherish it with this, my bleeding art (originally published in CSCC literary mag "Perceptions" May 2018)
The Water Faery
Water splashed onto the counter as out popped a tiny winged
creature from out the bubbles in the sink.
“What?!” the girl at the sink exclaimed. “What is this?!”
“Hee, hee,” the creature giggled. “I am a water faery, silly!”
The girl, of bare woman’s age, reckoned with her own mind the
only inquiry she could muster. “But,” she began, her brow furling in
uncertain disbelief. “But...what are you doing in my dishwater?”
“I shall answer your question, and then I shall fly," the faery
tinkled, twirling atop a particularly large, soapy bubble, her essence
dusting the dishes that poked above the water. "I were but a passerby,
and inkled I might have a look see, hee hee.”
The faery flitted to the faucet and performed a perfect swan dive
into the water, with but a tiny plop to follow.
“No, wait!” cried she as the sink began to drain. The girl searched
about amidst the remaining bubbles, in vain. When the water was gone,
there was no trace of the faery save for a few shining flecks of blue-green glitter.
(Originally published in CSCC literary mag "Perceptions" May 2018)