Its sits inside me, an eternal flame, demanding quietly, gently, something more. Breathing it in, breathing it out, it hungers for all I can give. Every experience, taste and sound it wants to know. Every touch it wants to feel. A bottomless pit I cannot feed enough. It wears my skin. Knows no bounds as it reaches for you, eager to sample yet again another sweet drop of tumultuous heat, rousing from the deepest places in me to the sky. Somehow to bear witness, to prove with nothing more than breath the sanctity of us. Satiation there will never be.
When I originally put Finicky Eater on this site, the story was still in its infancy. As in a couple of months removed from being written and of first draft quality. It has since moved into a toddling second draft with another go round of editing awaiting it before advancing to a fast walk then run. I’ve decided to let the original work stand for those curious to see the writing process. However below is the new and improved first paragraph… Little things tended to add up. Not that Kasha considered this as she grabbed her jacket and headed into the living room. Anticipation quivered in heightened senses becoming a fevered beat pulsing in her head; the soundtrack, devoid of music, was more than a precursor Continue Reading →
The sea gave and it took away, pushing inland, receding, wave after wave. I’d have gone with it if I could. Perhaps numbed myself in the eternity of such a gentle lull but I knew it would not last. Breathing in, breathing out even this I cannot control. How my heart aches. I feel so damn old, ground to fine dusted bone stretched in skin. Life keeps pressing in. And with it the waves roll, in then out as sand grips my feet, sucking them into place as if this encasing to the land will soothe my soul while the waves crash about. The ancient rhythm I hear is the pounding of earth and sea. It seeks solace somewhere deep inside of me. White crested Continue Reading →
Wild thing, heart unbroken, moving free across the miles The tundra your playhouse, the whispering grass and wind, your friends Traps set, now sprung. Magnificent beast fallen to your knees Ropes they strap upon your flesh Binding and herding every muscle’s movement. Centuries fly by, the taming has been done Loyal as an old dog Except when the human hand nears your skin The touch – electrified barbed wire – Brings with it the mix of fear and trust built up over years. And there, for a moment, beats the heart that still roams free. Almost visible to the naked eye, The beauty of such a wild thing.
Outside of family and friends do any of us really pay attention to the wishes or needs of another? In this increasingly ego driven greedy little rat race the basics of please and thank you have become passé. Accommodation is the welcome mat stomped on by decades of abuse. What is that old saying, give them an inch and they take a mile. So now we give nothing. Corporations accommodate their shareholders and customer service is the automated system. Yeah the inn can’t accommodate another body and the barn is full too. Best try your luck further down the road.
When I first saw NaNoWriMo I said huh? It stands for National Novel Writing Month. I may have seen it before, must have, considering I’ve been dipping my toes in the writing waters for years. And yet, I never checked it out before this year despite it being over 10 yrs old. Call me chicken. This year I decided to take the plunge and sign up. Tonight marks the first meet and greet and I’m excited to see if I can pull off writing 50,000 words in a month. Anyone interested in writing should check it out!
It had been a dubious affair, the light stain on the bed forewarning. How many had gone before? How many had he called his amour? She had known. The little voice had told her all the gory details. Protector of mind, body, heart, it spoke the truth even when she chose not to hear. Nor had she paid any heed to the claw marks grooved by time along the oaken bedposts. Not when his eyes roamed and ravished. Or when he claimed what she freely gave. Right up until the end, she would have sworn the pain enhanced the pleasure.
I am stepping out of the darkness, from the tomb that has enshrined me for far too long. The cocoon I made to keep me safely tucked away is old and worn. Not needed. I emerge… A butterfly, yet to test her wings. Embracing the light. Transforming on the winds of the Earth and transcending to the Heavens above, one of the Universe’s creatures, loved and protected. The shell of my former self, the lowly caterpillar has played its part, kept me safe and warm during my long sleep. Awake and free from earthly bounds I shed the excess, leaving it behind to mark my journey. Imprisoned by shackles for a crime I did not commit, I am free again to explore… A prisoner to Continue Reading →
Buster was dying. The lady on the phone was not helping. Aggie cried frustrated sobs in the background as the dog heaved and gasped for breath. Samantha fought back her own tears, felt herself choking on the words, “Help me.” She didn’t dare glance backward. “Please. You have to help me save him.” Only now did she peek across her shoulder at the loves of her life. “I’m sorry. I can only advise you to take him to the nearest emergency vet.” “He won’t make it and you know it!” Shaky fingers angrily brushed back wayward strands of blond hair that blurred her vision. Not that she needed her eyes to see the image of her daughter kneeling over Buster. His chest rising in labored Continue Reading →