walking barefoot on the sand and concrete
Category Archives: Creative Writing
140 character haiku
excellence testedsnippets of text, in free formone hundred forty. (c) June 2013 anger, frustrationair your dirty laundry, pleasejust not on my line. (c) June 2013
mirror
it’s not importantthat you recognize me, it’s only importantif I do. (c) 2013 — Photo credit: @pixabay
new meets old meets new
You will no longerFind prose musings on this page.She decided this not me. only words,my poetry, and a touchof haiku motion. Previous writings can be found: http://bkgardenapt.blogspot.com/ (c) 2011
midnight rambling
resting at midnight a day’s worth of spring cleaning just a memory even now amazed by the accumulated clutter of the week. each time I deep dive into the mess, I wonder how does it get here? gremlins, dust bunnies cohorts in a filthy crime to debunk order. I am wistful for stylized minimalism andContinue reading “midnight rambling”
Vibrant Heart
Age before beauty: Sarcasm at its best, or complimentary? Maybe it’s more complementary for with age comes beauty. Enriched from life’s experience, steeped in the knowledge of where you have been, what you are capable of, and aware of all that you have yet to accomplish…you may find beauty proceeds age and the vibrant heartContinue reading “Vibrant Heart”
11:34 PM 3/22
in seven months and nineteen minutes from right now i will turn forty
give back, not up
Abstain forty days: alcohol, sugar, cussing guilty pleasures, too. Pick your deadly sin: Nine thousand six hundred hour detox for the soul. Learn to sustain faith. Moderate your suffering. This modern thinking: hard rules to follow when progress, technology want us to be “free”; where virtual rules, instant gratification sets a precedent. Open your heartContinue reading “give back, not up”
mind over matter
Overwhelmed by space. The same space I’ve had for years: something is different. Room by room: I see colors, linear clutter, compromised feng shui. Every single day there’s an unorganized mess where once was order. Sunrise to sunset, eyes flutter, spider webs spin spotless illusions. I wake to madness: Multiplying dust bunnies; mismatched missing socks;Continue reading “mind over matter”
eve of eves
wounded, stolen heart. pierced by the most intense gaze. fear, hesitation: she does not know why they emerge, come to surface right now on this day. she second guesses feelings, as if it matters. prays aloud for strength to overcome this and everything else that conjures itself free of will. for even these things thatContinue reading “eve of eves”
modern vintage ink 