“Hole”
Cozy wood panels,
cozy wood-burning fire,
and afternoon naps.
Steve D
Tag: fire
Prose-Haiku – Winter Solstice
“Winter Solstice”
Twilight afternoon,
gray skies drift to midnight blue,
sunlight seeped away.
Chill seeps through layers,
frosted breaths seek out embers,
glowing in the dark.
Orange glow reaches,
catching with fiery hands,
to stave off the night.
Staves crackle alight,
warmth emanates, embraces,
cozy winter night.
Steve D
Author’s Note: It has been quite a while since I’ve written any poetry other than a haiku. It felt appropriate to honor the winter solstice.
Haiku Sunday – Smoke
“Smoke”
Sweet plumes pour upwards,
a pungent aroma to
go with this bourbon.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Fire / Ka
“Fire / Ka”
The flame flickers on,
ever dancing, reaching, yearning
to conquer the dark.
Steve D
Color Schemes – If I Must – JG
The flame in all of us
Fire as inspiration
Soul afire, burning strong
Creativity’s companion –
A mate, a match, a song
A brightest of bright blaze
Purifying grace
A beauty of impossible kindness
None could deny this;
All but extinguished,
Relinquished spark and
Forgotten art. Continue reading “Color Schemes – If I Must – JG”
Bad Girl’s World: Halestorm’s Unequivocally Hard Rock
Halestorm’s May 2, 2015 show at Pier Six Pavilion in Baltimore was cancelled due to the anticipated protests, and the state of emergency then still in effect in the city. I was supposed to go, but I was relieved when the show was postponed to September 26. The rioting and the presence of the National Guard was weighing too heavily on the city and my mind to see myself truly enjoying what would have been a positively energetic concert.
I have seen Halestorm live twice already, and I knew I wanted to see them again. Their on-stage energy and enthusiasm is genuine and infectious. Continue reading “Bad Girl’s World: Halestorm’s Unequivocally Hard Rock”
Misplaced Missives #1 – Fire – JG
I realized belatedly that I never said what my Misplaced Missives are, and I figure there’s no better time to explain than at the beginning. Thus, down below is the first – not the first written but the first rewritten into my private journal. These are the lost letters to the ones I’ve loved; letters I was never brave enough to send or letters there’s no longer anyone to send to. So thank you for reading these in the stead of those who never will. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #1 – Fire – JG”
Evening Satellite Publishing 