Tag Archive: creative writing

Three Haiku Poems – Broodish

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings. Bram Stoker, Dracula Loneliness will sit in a corner of my room – brooding and childish. She’ll rock in my chair – combing droopy… Continue reading

Five Haiku Poems: Persistent Winter

Winter is like a bad date who doesn’t want to leave…   These cold winter winds slice through clothes with icicle fingers down my throat.   My tonsils tickle. I cough out the… Continue reading

Rico, My Gentle Warrior Rabbit

In your eyes lived gentleness; a quiet power. Many underestimate its strength. Rest in peace, my gentle warrior rabbit, Rico (2008-2017). 💖 Wasn’t he handsome?   Okay, I’m forewarning you that my voice is *really*… Continue reading

Three Haiku Poems -Surreal Cerebral

Illustration by Poet Rummager   Inspired by Joan Miro’s Tapestry Hypnotic color. Illusions behind your eyes. Imagine a world. Miro, take my hand. Paint me where purple horses leap through dimensions. In glittery… Continue reading

I Sky You

  My poem and drawing were inspired by Frida Kahlo’s quote: Can one invent verbs? I want to tell you one: I sky you, so my wings extend so large to love you… Continue reading

Five Haiku Poems – Double Standards / Identical Sins

Inching close to him – her ring fades in the twilight. Shadows hide her sin. Scarlet-lettered girl. Tongues wagging, fingers pointing – I’m glad I’m not her. His ring gleams bright gold. Power… Continue reading

Fifty Words Story – Burn

This short story was inspired by Dru’s lovely post, She’ll be Right With You. !!! Click HERE to visit Dru !!! Photo by Patrizia Schiozzi of freeimages.com I felt her presence like a smoldering fire.… Continue reading

Three Haiku Poems – Transparency

Weeping are for panes. They say windows of the soul are like irises. Look into my eyes. Reflection of you mirrored onto all I see. The rain on windows now dried as your… Continue reading

Chaos

Chaos thrives on confusion – the virulent tentacles tighten around ones brain; creating tumors of malevolence from which one can’t escape.    

Petula, the Duck

I sit here and puff my cigarette. The rings of smoke rise and encircle Petula, the duck’s neck. Quack, she says; quite upset. Oh it’s you again, I sigh making duck lips. She… Continue reading