Storyteller’s Horizon
Everywhere I walk there is a story and whether or not it wants to be heard I stop and listen . . .
Everywhere I walk there is a story and whether or not it wants to be heard I stop and listen . . .
I am delighted to share my poem, Her Photographs, is published in at Visual Verse! Here is why I also love the challenge of writing to a timed ekphrastic prompt.
The rosebud unfolds into full bloom. Sensual breath of winter frosts over flower and diamond blossoms into being . . .
The moonlight makes shadows dance across the lawn and fills the valleys between the hills in my backyard with pools of silken darkness. Dew is gathering on the grass, and I am walking in the cool beneath the fruit trees watching the fireflies spark like stars in the expanse of land around me . . .
Silk laced over with vanilla wine,
tulip blossoms at the throat, the fountain flowing freely over stones worn smooth by moonshine . . .
I am delighted to share my poem, Co-Existence, is published in Hidden In Childhood: A Poetry Anthology edited by Gabriela Marie Milton. This anthology collects the work of over 150 poets into a spine-tingling collection that invites the reader to travel the gorgeous and nostalgic garden of childhood where there are both roses and thorns.
The sun rises from the black depths of the ocean and alights on the fragile rim of my wine cup. It is white wine from Italy alive with the tang of midnight and the sweetness of rosemary.
The gypsy woman dance. Her skirts cup the edges of the moon. She tells her broken story from between crimson lips while silk daubs the sky behind her and indigo letters infiltrate the heartache of her tears . . .
Walk with me on the empty orchestra stage where the echoes of music past saturate the air and lonely sunshine splashes across the wicked the floor our ballet feet polish smooth . . .