Month: September 2014

When time stops and my heart halts its last thump,  thump will be for you for I know you will…

                     Fluttering and billowing                    in the breeze,                    a bevy of lilies;                      awaiting ~                   beauty’s sting.

The IV  Edition of International Award (Museum of Words) for Microfiction is open for submission. The competition first prize is…

       as daylight ushered in            the morning-after               all promises made            in the heat of the                      moment…

rising from the ashes to shoot up new leaves ~ the felled tree

Underneath this same shade of blue, I made houses of sand and sticks, boxes and weeds; stuffed doll strapped on…

even sunlight cowers behind dark clouds the blue sky embraces their greyness when angels cry