Paradox

After my recovery, I will continue working on my current manuscript, while I seek representation for my sci-fi thiller Paradox.

It is the two year anniversary of his wife’s disappearance. Standing on a rooftop, beneath the night sky, Detective Jake Cross preferred to die than to live without Lisa.

Here is the opening paragraph.

Paradox

Tonight, the moon arrived without her.
No other phenomenon on Earth or in the heavens could provoke a fusion of so many emotions; passion, remorse, uncertainty, all boiling in a primordial soup of sentiments that scorched his soul. This unwelcomed nightly event consumed detective Jake Cross like a voracious black hole gnawing at his heart, cell by helpless cell, devouring every reason he had for living.

Paradox – Mankind’s last hope is a man who lost his faith.

a vagabond in love

Everyone has ocean’s to fly, if they have the heart to do it. Is it reckless? Maybe. But what do dreams know of boundaries?” – Amelia Earhart, aviation pioneer, author, the first female aviator to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean. 

a vagabond in love

i am a dreamer
a lonely beachcomber
wearing poetry on my sleeve
longing to accompany the morning sun
through the windows
of your most intimate dreams
aching to explore the lines of your palm
roam the curves of your ripped jeans
and should our paths never meet
i will always be
a vagabond in love
remembering your soul
wandering every cherished memory


like the wind

So happy to finally say, “home sweet home.”

We are keeping it light today….

like the wind

you know me
i am the mystery of a secret
the bad boy you recognize
but have never seen
the lover who comes and goes
through your hair
disrupting your sanity
i am an island breeze
caressing your shivering skin
blowing through your heart
ever so gently
like the wind

My heart procedure is in 10 days. This will be my last open comments post, so I can catch up to messages and my blog reading.

Everyone that knows me knows one of my all time favorites…….Ol’ Blue Eyes.

a sad song

a sad song

now, the doors that once kept people out
are the barriers that locks me in
now, that we are virtually connected
i find no connections at all
there is the stranger i once ignored
i greet him with a masked hello
does he wonder what happened to the routine
we took granted for so long
now that my watch crawls in ferocious silence
hope breathes freely inside these walls
while i listen to my creaking rocking chair
croon a sad song

insomnia

Recently purchased two 100 foot extension cords. This poem and every poem scheduled to post in April, were written under a palm tree.

insomnia

my restless heart can’t sleep
ever since she soaked my dreams
like a warm summer shower
of fireflies and fantasies
cascading radiance onto my soul
splashing away the darkness
causing my moons to shine
every sunrise to glow
my life is one sleepy blur
sleep or reality
i don’t know
just let me die of insomnia
so i continue dreaming of her

There will be a short funny post on Wednesday. Feel free to drop by and celebrate my birthday with me. xo

a girl named eclipse

Something a little different…..

a girl named eclipse

a poet born
between a nightmare and soliloquy
surfacing from the deep
to write poetry from beyond
the penumbra of her heart
where loneliness pulsates in tones
echoes of the forsaken
serving as hallowed church bells
chiming the sad truth
not all of us are meant to be loved
like this child of the shadows
a girl named eclipse

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when i inhale your poetry

Today, I am happy to annouce Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, a wonderful book from my precious friend Gabriela of Short-Prose-Fiction has been published. Always rich in vivid images and powerful metaphors, her poetry and prose will leave you breathless.

Order Here!

Speaking of breathless, here is a little poem I wrote for the occasion…..

when i inhale your poetry

when i inhale your poetry
i exhale melancholy syllables
leaving the atmosphere breathless
from your words
the heavens slowly appear
in your bedroom like a lonely apparition
as i blow winter auroras
through the autumn of your hair
leading to our first kiss
below the echo of a metaphor
where we watch moon glow
escape our trembling lips
in a misty sigh
of love