Friday, September 20, 2013

Dark Circus

     Image from Yagurete System

In my dreams
you wait for me
in dark, secret places,
welcoming me
to the midnight circus.

The Ring Master bows;
the show begins.
“In the center ring we have…”

I smell
sawdust and dung and cotton candy.

Then the Ring Master asks
for a volunteer,
and I realize
I’m being shot from the cannon.

This is for G-man's FF55.  Click on the link and check it out.

Sunday, September 15, 2013


Fingers reach
to collect
coral, shells,
stones and bones
littered across
memory’s beach.

Sands collect,
water disburses,
air feeds fire.
We stir the cauldron,
and reflect.

Bury your treasure deep -
golden moments,
silvery seconds -
no matter the lock,
they will not keep.

This is for both IGRT and The Mag.  The first image, via Grace, is by the very talented artist Kathryn Dyche Dechairo and the map is provided by the also very talented Tess Kincaid.  Clink on the links and check out both of these writing sites. 

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Sky Flowers

Sky flower melody
sings me back home.
I breathe deep the sweet perfume
of hope.

Written for IGRT where Hannah has provided some gorgeous inspiration and asked us to write that is somehow haunted and/or hungry.  Click on the link and check it out!

Friday, September 13, 2013

Wishing Well

I carry secrets
like stones in my pockets
They click together, heavy,
as I move forward.

One day
I will take my
secret stones,
smooth and worn,
and throw them
in a deep well,
never to be

And when I look down
I will see one sparkling,
gem among the stones.

This is for G-man's FF55.  Click on the link and check it out.

Friday, September 6, 2013


Sun bids a lavish good bye, and
paints the entire sky.

In her wake, trailing dusk,
I scatter dreamseeds,
germ and husk,

that bloom into stars over your head.
Now close your eyes,
go to bed.

I’ll wait for you in the curve of the moon,
so let sleep carry you
back to me soon.

    by Sir Edward Poynter

This si for G-man's FF55.  Click on the link and check it out!

Thursday, September 5, 2013


I carry a sackful of words
down to the river,
then string each one
on a line
and cast them in.

They flash and bob,
such jaunty bait;
I wonder what
I will catch.

This is for IGRT where Peggy asked us to write about the things we carry.  Click on the link and check it out. 

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Night Vision

Do you remember
the secret language 
of trees?
They sing to me
as I gather stars
high above the moon.

So send me your kisses
by carrier pigeon,
then step away from the window;
for I can only fly
when no one is looking. 

Image by Jeanie Tomanek via Tess Kinkaid's The Mag.  Click on the link and check it out.