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Pictures & Prose: Dead End

Sometimes I like to look a picture and then let my fingers run all over the keyboard. No edits – just free writing for 15 to 30 minutes without really thinking so much as letting my Spirit take charge and do its thing. 1,036 more words



We come from the sea.

At night

Words’ elegance

Dance liquid

Playful quicksilver

Musical talisman

Awaiting breath,

Bring your notes

To my mouth.

As woven mists… 58 more words


Starting my weekend

I started off with a pretty short list, and dove right into it this morning. I didn’t finish everything, but I’m okay with that.

I have my Lisa Burton interview all scheduled for next week. 346 more words



The title came to me driving home. From the night, slipping through the open window. Like someone had whispered it to me. Orion always looking down.


I'm still not popular, but that's okay: Why it doesn't matter how you publish.

Recently someone found out I had published a book and their first questions were, “Who’s your publisher? Do you have an agent? Or did you…self-publish?” 1,107 more words

City Lounge: Berlin (Book Three, Chapter Twelve: Cleaning House)

Chapter Twelve: Cleaning House:

Stephanie led us back to her apartment. I wouldn’t let her stall. She kept looking over her shoulder at Sebastian and me. 1,041 more words



They say that every cell in your body

Is replaced in seven years.

Tell me then why these old scars linger

On my flesh and my memory. 171 more words