Dusk, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona Deep desert silence— struggle to hear the voices muffled by the earth. Text and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher More Haiku Heights:… more →
Magical Mystical Teacherwrote 3 days ago: Today I just had to spill it out. If not the ink, then the blood of emotions. Everything on this pa … more →
wrote 1 week ago: Photo credit: Rasi57 Edward was never popular with the other children; ‘Smelly Eddie’ th … more →
wrote 1 week ago: Silence speaks to me tonight, like I know not For moments of laughter, and tears I know not It whisp … more →
wrote 2 weeks ago: On Sundays, I participate in Sunday Scribblings, a weekly writing prompt challenge. There are no rul … more →
wrote 2 weeks ago: The moment when the sky is high and the ocean is roaring; the wind sings as the stars are crying. Ar … more →
wrote 3 weeks ago: A feeling of ecstasy overpowered the existence With just a peck of passion, secrets unrelieved Crav … more →
wrote 3 weeks ago: I am the girl who falls asleep as the moon climbs the sky, hides away and doesn’t want to wake … more →
wrote 3 weeks ago: I woke up in California with a jump. I was shaken until I was awoken. It wasn’t the most comfortable … more →
wrote 1 month ago: She stood pointing the gun at him as he made his excuses. “Ohhhh, please, please! I’m s … more →
wrote 1 month ago: With all feelings of the heart, an apology is something that the other should feel. It must radiate … more →
wrote 1 month ago: Present A promise was all that it seemed. For it was with someone non existent in the present. Yet … more →
wrote 1 month ago: Apology CHAPTER 1 I realize I didn’t have to do it, but I had to try. It was funny, really funny. Tr … more →
wrote 1 month ago: les excuses breathe in breathe out Looking into your eyes has been very hard. I was about to say jus … more →
wrote 1 month ago: Surgical instruments in Hunter House, East Kilbride (Photo credit: dmcneil) Jurgen maintained his in … more →
wrote 1 month ago: Attica Arrest(ed development) One day, by my driveway A man in a used sedan was stopped by a cop for … more →
wrote 1 month ago: I seek inspiration infinite Berating the black character Farewell to words I gave once In the blankn … more →
wrote 1 month ago: Come, Spring (a cinquain) Sunlight Pour through my pane Melt ice around my heart Transform my frozen … more →
wrote 1 month ago: “That is why I write – to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance.” Paula … more →
wrote 2 months ago: She felt the soft touch of the wind against her skin, carrying with it the smell of baking bread, th … more →