It took a long time for me to consider myself a writer. I still struggle with saying it. I started writing at a young age to work through feelings I didn’t dare tell anyone. I learned that once you start writing, it becomes a part of you. It’s something you always go back to whenever you are overwhelmed with certain emotions. People don’t always listen to your words, but the paper always listens to the pen.
Book Review – The Wish by Eva Lenoir
With The Wish, Eva Lenoir does more than capture the libido. She steals your heart. This book had me laughing, crying, and swooning all at once. The characters are intriguing beyond their chemistry, each making the reader think in their own ways. The sex scenes are...
noyade.
these nights are slowly killing me i called for you again. do you see me sinking? i am drowning off the dream coast, drifting in a sea of talking ghosts (it’s your voice that is going to swallow me whole) how am i to breathe in this ocean of memories? how am i to swim...
the magic of nature.
we stand in awe, the land’s own symphonic, siren song holding us superficially frozen in place we swim in the surreal of a holographic lake, sink into a whisper of wonder that leaves us weightless - transported - enchanted everything is connected we float on a...
beauty in the daylight.
bewildered and bewitched, we unravel the night, stitching it back together with threads of light from the wings of aphrodite as she rises, a shining beacon of beauty moving in the company of flowers, scarlet camellias and purple orchids and burgundy bougainvillea we...
reverent.
i wear your words around my neck, a rosary of letters and lines scored into sacred stones, beads of viridian and violet and verditer twisting between my fingers i recite each one like a prayer, an evangelical invocation, a whisper of reverence your poetry anoints the...
the change of seasons within us.
our last days of winter were spent inhaling poetry, high on smoke and spice and a whole lot of s o u l, our lungs like hidden chambers filled with a breath of ashes, our hearts like hollow canyons filled with the echoes of prose we took a drag of every line and purged...
let’s make a place of our own.
the world keeps changing / in the blink of an eye / and we keep finding ourselves / in places we don’t fit / with people who don’t understand us / let’s run away / follow me / to where the river leads / stay with me / and we will make our home / at the water’s edge /...
Book Review – Dear Poet by Entirety J Roberts
In her first book of poetry, Dear Poet, Entirety J Roberts reaches out and speaks to the parts of us that we don't let others see. Each prayer calls out to the heart, delving into love and passion, darkness, hope. Ms Roberts gives readers a glimpse of herself with...
a recipe for winter.
ingredients: one december moon the burgundy-orange glow of a fiery hearth one tree decorated in lights two hours or more of uninterrupted time together a few gentle endings the promise of beginnings mix thoroughly with a whisper of wishes born under a star on a brumal...
leave and return, leave and return.
i am bending time, twisting fate and reason, holding out for something to believe in but this winter solitude only knows you — all cold logic and bitter truth that leaves me shivering, far from the arms of apricity i trade broken pieces of farewells for a chance at...