A Little Extra Spice (a poem)

A Little Extra Spice

Written April 16th, 2012

She’s not so different from me-

I mean –

Look at our grades

We study;

Diligent students

We dress tastefully,

Elegant and sharp

…with a little leg

And our hair is long

Silken brunette waves

Hers is a bit more curly- wild

But I guess that’s the symbol

Of what sets us

Apart

A Shooting Star (a poem)

A Shooting Star

Written November 8th, 2011

You breathed life into my lungs

Took my hand and lifted me from the ashes

You dripped sweet poison into my veins

And burnt me down into nothing

You gave me everything I hoped for

I finally had something to believe in

Now you’re just a whisper on a passing wind

And I don’t know you anymore

You sparked fire in my soul

Saved me from a desolate past

You drowned me in freezing water

And demolished my future

Seasonal Spirit (a poem)

Seasonal Spirit

Written October 1st, 2011

The cold surrounds a small house

Moving in with surprising, silent speed

Fingers of frost reach across the window pane

A warm orange glow radiates from the other side

A family gathered around a friendly hearth

Holding back the cold and keeping it tame

With mugs of steaming cocoa at their side

And loaves of toasty pumpkin bread

Fresh from the stove; they keep good mirth

The children huddle on the floor of blankets

Proud parents on the couch holding each other

Looking on with a quiet smile

The cat perches on a shoulder

And the large dog squeezes into a lap

As they smile and laugh they seem not to notice

That outside it only gets colder

Dark Boy (a poem)

Dark Boy

Written September 14th, 2011

Dark boy

Lurking in the shadows

With glowing mischief eyes

Creeping up on me

Dark boy

You speak with a voice

Inviting and deep

That fills my bones

Dark boy

You smile like an imp

Lopsided and alluring

That pulls my gravity

Dark boy

You laugh with fire

Crackling with warm temptation

That glows on my skin

(Dear Marius) So Far Away (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

So Far Away

Written on June 23rd, 2011

Two months after the death of Michael J. Hall

On April 23rd, 2011

The lips sing

Releasing the pain

The guitar notes sting

Harsh and lovely, against the grain

The fingers fly

Dancing on those keys

Trumpet call fills the sky

Sharp and noble, this musical plea

Playing these songs

Gives me some closure

On repeat

Over and over

You’re never coming home

But I know

It’s not over

And I’m not alone

(Dear Marius) The Fire in a Hero's Heart (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

The Fire in a Hero's Heart

Written May 3rd, 2011

Hungry fire, burning bright

Tongues of flame reaching up into the night

Devouring all it can touch

Pictures, toys, keepsakes and such

Fringes turn black and curl

In the air ashes swirl

Ravenous destruction with spiteful teeth

Air so hot you can’t breathe.

*Redemption (a short story)

Redemption

             

            When I woke, I immediately noticed how bright out it was. Usually I woke up in the misty gray hours of dawn, but the air was golden, and the leaves in the upper canopy shimmered in the light, the rain drops they held sparkling like diamonds. The forest was alive with sounds of busy animals rather than the sleepy quiet of daybreak. Through the thick canopy I could make out the position of the sun. I was aghast to see that it was nearly at the peak of the sky. I had slept in for much too long. I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. I couldn’t afford to sleep in! I had finally started to get ahead of the recusant General Kyzen and his pertinacious tracking hounds, and I couldn’t lose my lead.

            No sooner had I realized my predicament when I heard the sound that made my stomach clench and my hands get clammy with the veriest fear. A chorus of bays and howls shook the woods, ringing in my ears. They could only be a few miles away. Birds chirped frantically and took flight. Oh, if only I could fly away to somewhere safe like them.