I wanted to do something different today. My husband hates to read but I think he is secretly creative. I challenged him to write something and as we woke up today I asked what he had for me and he said nada….I am not motivated. So instead he acquiesced to doing a poetic duel with…
A collaboration between D.L.McHale and Hastywords. It isn’t our usual style but we let the words lead. Enjoy!! This would be a long night Of which love is only a part In the ecstasies of this vineyard Everybody is intoxicated Rifts play in a heated beat Glances drifting all about Inhibitions pouring out Everybody is intoxicated Taking…
The following post is a poem written by my best friend. I wish I could display some of his choreography on here but words will have to do. He is perfectly imperfect and strives to be his own strength in the most beautiful way! My lighthouse light Is shining brighter than white Can’t you see…
Another joint post! I had a hard time with this one because I felt like adding anything would take away from the beauty of his poem. Well so I guess this is two poems for the price of one! Hope you enjoy! by Brainsnorts and HastyWords. Curse the glass Of the clock, preventing me from…
Another joint blog! I really love these joint projects. Thanks for working with me. This one is done by A Soul’s Walk and I. The day I fell to pieces went Other than I planned and all that I had thought was right echoed as it broke. Colliding with myself an Emotional frenzy…
So I thought I would do something a bit different. I hope you accept this challenge and then comment below or write a blog about your experience and link it back to me! Don’t hurt yourself!!!!! Blog Challenge #1 Rubber Band Challenge
The dark room smelled like muddy, rusty iron. It was hot in the room despite how cold the darkness made her feel inside. Her space had a small room with a working toilet and a simple shower stall. At first the dripping shower head was annoying but over time she began humming to its rhythm. …
She sat swinging her newly painted toes over the edge of the tailgate. The truck was baby shit yellow, roughed up from one to many fender benders, and had a burn mark on the hood from an engine fire it had endured in its past. But it was hers until she could afford a car…
The ending to the story…. This post will be short and to the point because I don’t want to linger with these thoughts much longer. I know I have to concentrate on me. I worry now about the worry I have placed on my friends and family…added stress and anxiety. But this is honesty…it feels…
It was late… I was home, had my game face on and was trying my best to be a wife and mom. I had gone to a festival with my family, met some friends there, and had a good time. On the sidelines though taking up space in my head were some insecurities brewing. In…
