Yesterday, I was inspired to write this. Yesterday, I had something beautiful to say. Yesterday, I waxed poetic. I was a prophetic genius. Today, I am trying to be who I was yesterday. I am holding on to some vague idea that I had for a minute or two, and I am trying to express…
Fifty Shades of Garbage
Perhaps you can grasp from the title, that I, too, have hopped on the band wagon and read (or at least tried to) the over-sensationalized Fifty Shades of Grey. Yes, I did, just to see why it has caused so much stir. Bottomline? It’s pure rubbish. I just had to stop reading after seeing “He…
Rose Petals and Mint
Delicate pecks. Smile. Giggle. Silence, take a breath. She brushes colors across his lips. Wet and warm. Tastes like mint. Fiddle fingers across ink and paper. Thoughts are washed aside. Breaths mingled, hands encircling, fingers running down the spine. Pause he said. Shudders and quivers and chills and thrills. Look each other in the eyes….
Pages
When I was a kid I asked, “How are babies made?” My mom responded, “Go back to your room.” I asked why but all I got Was a make-face. When I was in grade school I asked, “Is there something wrong with me?” My big brother-cousin responded, “Yeah. Put powder on your face.” I asked…