Today is Christi Floss’ Birthday and what follows is my gift (55 words of Flash Fiction) to her. Christi is a free spirited poet who owns Getting It Right where she unknowingly published one poem in particular, Breathing You , that …pinned me for reasons some of you may guess, and fewer will know. Happiest of Birthdays Christi! Fresh Air “Air!” [...]

A love letter I wrote in the moment as it were. This exercise in creative writing, like all my poetry, may or may not have been written for someone specific- I love keeping you all guessing. When I write in the moment, as opposed to writing from recollections of years ago, I write in the genre [...]

I have been exploring various forms of poetry as of late- including Mirrored Refrain , Acrostic, and hell, I wrote my fist Haiku last week. I was even tormented and tortured by the Alexandrine(thank you, you know who)—a twelve syllable poem that is two lines of six syllables separated by ||—to the point of almost giving up. But I finally [...]

Sam Spade, Phillip Marlow, Alexander Black , trench coats, fedoras, violence, and dames. Crime Noir is a literary genre made popular by the likes of Dashiell Hammet and Raymond Chandler, and has survived since the genre’s pioneer Carroll John Daly’s story, Knights of the Open Palm was published in the June, 1923 issue of Black Mask magazine. Daly’s main [...]

I turned the burner up a little with this sonnet—okay, a lot. But I also toyed with another concept here and will leave it to you, my faithful fans, to discover it. If you do–drop it in the comments…. You Folks Rock!!! The Burn Hungry fire builds in your emerald eyes Those gorgeous orbs burning with constant greed [...]

Summer is winding down and I was inspired to write another poem that thrusts the four seasons together with love for another mash-up sonnet… The Season of Our Love Summer wanes like a fading ocean tide Autumn will flood and then forge its retreat Leaving Winter’s cold waters to preside Until Spring’s renewal laps at our feet [...]

My latest poetry submission, this sonnet, was inspired by some very beautiful words I read somewhere. Knowing where I read those words isn’t nearly as important as seeing what I felt because of those words. Inspiration is out there, floating around- all anyone needs to do is to be open and ready for when the ideas fly [...]

My third published poem in a week is again not a sonnet, hell, I wouldn’t know what to call this except another foray into an emotion uncovered and played with while I watched the sun come up a few days ago… Yes, I am Watching the Sunrise Yes, I am watching the sunrise And holding your weary [...]

Though this is no sonnet, it is still poetry awash with the the emotion of love… Our Oak Under an oak atop a small mountain Is where our hearts shall e’er play As our love will flourish every day The nights will keep no angry stain The onslaught of Winter’s icy bite Will ply no ill against [...]

I have had many comments on my sonnets that end up with ‘Who are you writing these for’, or ‘That is one lucky girl’, or ‘She better know what she has in you’. These are written for no one to speak of- they are results of me finding an emotion and swimming in it for a [...]

Almost all the way back to conventional sonnet crafting for this old dog…. Missing When be those moments of the greatest pain? At what clock ticks does my heart ache and woe? What are those places worry makes great gain? Where lie the avenues of deep sorrow? They’re the long minutes I hear naught of thou I [...]