Monthly Archives: April 2013

A Kind of Eden



Under the glow of a neon light

Flashing cheap rooms for rent

We buried our needs in one another,

My loneliness found yours,

Together they entwined,

We believed ourselves in love

For a moment;

Sunlight, violent in its accusation,

Pointed a finger across the dusty room,

Casting shadows on soiled sheets

There we were, knowing;

No more would we walk in the Garden


(photo credit: <a href=””>Michael Connell</a> via <a href=””>photopin</a&gt; <a href=””>cc</a&gt;)



I’m a positive person, really I am. When I write, though, dark emotions, sarcasm, misfits and moody extremes find their way onto the page. I’ve tried to write of sunshine and lollipops – just doesn’t work out for me. Every once in a while something of pure sweetness will bubble up, but it’s not my norm.

It’s strange because I’m one of those people who look for the solution instead of the problem in most situations. Isn’t that the joy of writing, though? To be able to dive into situations different from our own? To be able to explore characters unlike ourselves?

Oh yeah, if it isn’t obvious, I’m back! I took a break, as per my last post, but I’m easing into my new routine and plan to post every couple of weeks. I’m working on another book of flash fiction, and always writing poetry. I may never see an end to that novel that hides in the shadows of my thoughts, but I’m plugging along word by word on various projects.

I hope you all have been well. To my fellow bloggers, I’ve missed you and your blogs in my necessary absence and look forward to visiting you all again soon!


Some recent work…




Imperfect, to err is my way

Life opened to impossibility,

Never did I see the wave coming

That washed over me;

Sublime in the moment, the

Consequences painful, unbearable;

Blinders removed, the light is searing,

Purifying, awakening


And I am here – understanding little,

A microcosm of the why;

Wisdom earned in the soul, both a

Balm and a blister on the heart


Promises of mercy echo in my mind,

Once believed abandoned, yet I hear

His voice, a gentle affirmation of love,

A whisper of a peaceful tender offered…



PhotoPin: photo credit: <a href=””>Pensiero</a&gt; via <a href=””>photopin</a&gt; <a href=””>cc</a&gt;