Soft blues, new hues of
Old tunes, familiar whispers
Of tragedy befitting fools
Who traverse the beaten path. Continue reading “Color Schemes – Regret”
Soft blues, new hues of
Old tunes, familiar whispers
Of tragedy befitting fools
Who traverse the beaten path. Continue reading “Color Schemes – Regret”
Well, week one of my three-week paternity leave is just about done. I’ve been enjoying my time with the little guy, as always. Except today, he spit up all of the formula he had eaten just minutes before, nailing my shirt, his shirt, my pants, and his pants. Then, when I went to change him, he peed all over himself.
Dad. Life. Continue reading “Friday Write-Day: Dad Life Returns”
Why do I keep doing this?
Fucking lemming lunging over the cliff,
Over and over, it’s never really over,
I think I’m addicted,
To the twisted
Way I hurt myself for you. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #48 – Really”
I picked up Caught directly from MLS Weech at his book launch in Glen Burnie, MD. I think that was back in early 2017, so I’m sorry to say it took me a while to get to this one.
So, yeah, in case it’s not clear enough, here’s my disclosure: Weech is a friend. He’s also an imaginative and vivid writer. Spoiler-free review follows. Continue reading “Book Review: Caught by MLS Weech”
I held back,
And you looked hurt.
Mixed signals.
I don’t know how this works…
I’m trying to respect your words,
Even when you don’t…
Do you realize that you flirt
With the line between
Hypocrisy and restraint? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #50 – Mixed”
I hear the voices,
echoes shifting in and out,
caught between moments.
Steve D
The rules are simple. Incorporate the following five words, or synonyms of them, in flash fiction or poetry.
Charcoal / Shade / Pale / Wake / Lucid
Here goes my second entry following the Tanka poetic structure.
Ace of Hearts
Hypnotic beats wake,
Emerald eyes captivate.
All becomes lucid –
Riveted by charcoal shades.
The fair draw of coming fate. Continue reading “The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Challenge #175 – Take Two”
This week has been interesting, if a little off-center. My mom has been babysitting Nugget all week. She lives in my hometown, which is just about equidistant between my house and my office. My wife’s place of work is int he complete opposite direction.
So guess who’s been dropping off and picking up Nugget every day? Continue reading “Friday Write-Day: A Taste of a New Routine”
The rules are simple. Incorporate the following five words, or synonyms of them, in flash fiction or poetry.
Charcoal / Shade / Pale / Wake / Lucid
Welcome back to the DMV, me. Feeling fairly immersed in the ramifications of the current government shutdown, I jotted this guy down sometime late last night. Hope you enjoy.
Nonet
It’s in the shade cast by yet-to-be
Built walls – the pale horse’s terror.
Fear of change, fear of the other
Lucid cries for neither.
Walls made of burnt bonds.
Left with charcoal.
Power will
Wake Up
Soon
Continue reading “The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Challenge #175 – Take One”
A bug in the throat,
a tickle, until it spreads
like a sickly web.
Hope you enjoyed the haiku. Apologies for the short post. I had wanted to write my end-of-year Numberbrag, but that will have to wait.
My laptop appears to be on its way out after 10 good years. The battery (with which I replaced the first battery) is not functioning well, and I’m still not able to turn the computer on at this point.
I’m shopping around for a new home desktop, but in the meantime, I’ll have to use my wife’s laptop.
I also came down with a cold last night, and I’m trying not to get my son sick. He’ll probably be fine, but only he’s four months old. So I will be washing my hands compulsively for the rest of the week.
Steve D