Five ways to make perfume. I Blade the neck of flowers. Distill oil, soft as vanilla. II First bite into apple. Growing a thin amber of silk wings. Upon another layer, threads. V Moonlight on your arms. The fruit of my desire.

Instilling fear and helplessness into some of the bravest, strongest,. For making them and their families. Adjust their lives to accommodate your repulsive presence. For cutting lives short,. Forcing people to say their goodbyes way before they want to,. Way before they should have to. What am I supposed to say to my hypochondriac friend.

Sunday, February 4, 2018. The moon illuminated the night,. I watched with longing as. I crawled away from dark places. Years of rage and silence,. The trees listened to my cries,. Their tales of sorrow and triumph. Lessons learned from failure,. The surroundings faded into a blur. Laying next to me,.

Primarily for poetry and illustrations. Thursday, March 8, 2018. A 55 for JAJ after a long absence. Piano-forte, does it matter? And the keys push back. The keys hold the power. In the center lies the music, that sweet spot - freedom. 169; Gay Reiser Cannnon - 3-8-18. Monday, April 10, 2017. When Time Stops and Nothing Breathes. Near the fence, as the. Tuesday, April 5, 2016.

Ignore this Writing Rule at Your Own Peril. How do you decide what your characters look like? Read all about 6 elements of character appearance that go way beyond eye color. Cook up some magical childhood memories.

No Savvy, Kemo Sabe. What we read is immediately transposed perceptually to some kind of image that is compatible with our imagination. Here you will find much to read, and lots to see. Thursday, February 15, 2018. 8220;The demons you have are what motivates.

Sunday, March 11, 2018. Is a group of writers who enjoy a good challenge. Each Wednesday a photo is shared, and used as the prompt for writing. Or you can visit Rochelle Wiseoffs blog. Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.

A giant on the battlefield. Defies the army of the Lord. And one by one the soldiers yield. Each one afraid to face that sword. A shepherd boy too young to fight. Is sent to see how brothers fare. And when he sees the soldiers plight. He takes no sword or shield in hand. But sling and rocks he holds instead. And armed with God, he takes his stand. A Weight, Like Lead.

Lookin to catch some new words. Shade and rustling leaves sigh. The attribute my radar seeks. But time plays tricks as we both know. For every time my true love speaks.