It was over between them. (but was it?) Over before it began. Middle bits, so sticky and fun! Before the Beginning? The End had Begun…
Category: Marathon Poem
Arguments to Adopt a Baby Platypus
A baby Platypus that needs to be adopted, Should be adopted, To a good looking and funny boy, Who is the son of smart woman. The Platypus is a shy animal. It needs to be loved unconditionally to be brought out of its shell, Even…
Prompt 18
snow leopard as silent as the northern steppes, as mysterious as the barren mountain, the snow leopard crosses into dusk, its tail curved behind it. ©Ardelle Hollis Ray
#18 – Rebirth
I drew the lines from memory, tactile impressions etched in hours, days of fingertips tracing, longing to navigate the depth of her solution, lost within the maze of replication and ink and flesh She claimed her birthright of goddess and I allowed her my admiration…
safari porn
in the highest places what is green is missing while in the lowest places the green hangs lower still, lower than the cow caught necking and not in the romantic picture that goes viral all over the internet but with a virus that’s so subvirile…
Poem 18 — Trapped
Trapped in reality, Feeling like a prisoner, I work so hard Trying not to be broke, Only to realize I work hard to be unfortunate. Trapped in my thoughts, They own me, Guiding me in directions I never knew existed. Trapped in love with a…
Poise
A cat on a pedestal, Paws tucked under smokey sholders. Her eyes are closed in serenity, her body completely relaxed Yet beneath her calm exterior lies a predator poised and ready to strike. At a moments notice she leaps into action, Springing down to earth…
Our Two Rescues
Our Two Rescues We love our rescues, Qatar and Blacky. Qatar came from a local rescue. She is a terrier mix, part miniature Manchester terrier, and part who knows what. She is mama’s girl, a snuggler who makes you earn her love. She doesn’t warm…
My Writers’ Circle
Today’s special We get to put faces to names But our middle names might as well be socially awkward Writers, sigh But I’m grateful, with these people I belong I can be weird, quiet, even eccentric I fit, we fit How wonderful!
Ylva (She-Wolf)
Hackles relaxed, tail down loosely, face smooth, ears tranquil. Pushes her nose into another. They rub cheeks. Wrestle the jaws playfully. She senses danger. Strange odors. She shoos her friend away. Stands erect. Mouth open. Tongue retracted. Neck arched. Hair bristled. Head high. The threat…