Today in particular. I`m not a young spry chicken anymore. In the past things I did may have caused me discomfort and I could easily reco…
The guards ushered the old man through the spiced palace hallways to the banquet hall, forcing a pace that was much too quick for his gna…
Daniel 5. You’ll find this story in the bible. A history and theological professor I had in university helped to bring this story alive for me in class with his passion for historical detail. I hoped to bring it alive for you in the way that I am able. This is how this account of history plays out in my mind’s eye. From a writer’s perspective I would love to hear any constructive feedback that anyone has to offer. I have a fear of being a storyteller who ‘tells’ rather than ‘shows’. I’ve been playing around with how to use more descriptors and the five senses in my story writing (it seems to come more naturally to me in poetry). Let me know your thoughts!
Her smile like a moonbeam / Eyes like a violet dream / Skin so soft and like milk / Covering her hair with silk / Lips full and ever so red / ...
Al, Thank you so much for your photo, VIRGIN, a true inspiration for this poem. Please check out my friend Al Neaimi’s other awesome artwork on the RB. /
When the floodgates of opportunity and prosperity are open fore you / Is this a twist of fate or God’s hand of provision ?
I always knew he loved me / Never knew how much / Always wanted him near / Just longing for his touch / He was quite handsome / Always he…
Thank you, Wanda!!! / Please check out my friend Wanda Lechene’s other awesome artwork on RB. /
One hand / one touch / gentle / soft / sweet
For more years than we were told or realised, my husband’s father had been having small, mild strokes, often accompanied by severe nose bleeds. My mother in law, ever faithful and protective and abiding by his wishes, kept the secret. Until the effects became obvious and cumulative we did not know, although I suspected and often rang at the ‘right’ time. It was uncanny the number of times we would ring, and ask the usual ‘how are you’ question to have it answered with ‘better now’. After a long slow decline, during which he refused any and all medical intervention or help, he had to be admitted to hospital. / I wrote this after visiting him in hospital one day ~ an emotional experience to say the least. I gave this poem to my mother in law and, at her request, read it at his funeral.
as I wrap my arms behind you, coil my leg between yours, / and suck all words from your lips with a desire / beyond mere lust, but surviv…
Is there nothing in this world
oh, little man of fear / afraid women will castrate you / just be very careful / of what you say and do / it seems to me / that often you are …
It is so weird how words just pop into your head when you’re a / poet and you have no idea why…..I think it’s because there are / some men who just keep trying to put women down for some sort / of sick thrill and excitement. I don’t mean this as an insult to all men…I LOVE MEN…
There’s a grain of sand, / in my hand, / from a man, / ...
It came to me one morning as I walked between classes. I saw a grain of sand then my mind started a rhyming rhythm in my head. I immediately sat down at a bench and let it flow. I’m usually express myself visually, but that day it came out it prose.
I long to intoxicate myself / in this import from Nazareth.
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