If you haven’t notice, I like long sentences; I like clauses that hurt the brain to make sense of, so get over it, or quit reading, cause I cannot help myself but to write and write and write until my fingertips are sore from pecking like a chicken on a farmyard green, because I never learned to type right.
The sea’s foam roars above the din of Battle. Cresting high into the Blackened sky, the waves toss our tiny vessels. Crashing into one another Again and again, As the men die Falling one after another into the stormy sea. My Blade-arm aches from constant hacking. My eyes well up with unwanted tears, as the… Continue reading Battles met upon the Sea
My friend Carolyn always has great insights to impart. here is one: Carolyn Stein Whenever possible, I write with friends. It keeps me focused on writing and sharing the work makes it more fun. Also we help each other brainstorm. Yesterday and the day before I had trouble concentrating through a headache and backache. No… Continue reading Play, Not Perfection
The clock strikes, hollow, hanging from nominated skies. Bleached, Clayed in shame, she rides above the rest. Mosaics of Classical style, a fashion forgotten, call to all who claim the imagined image.
Thanks for joining me! Carmina Avem Wisdom comes as a birdsong at dawn She cannot be captured, nor pursued, But, when found, Forget her, we certainly must not.