Beneath the Past #poetry

sf houses golden gate

I touched a place

I hadn’t wandered in a year

my ten-year old me

painful memories so near

I meandered through a wood

it had been too long

I lay beneath the breeze

heard familiar old songs

I looked for a friend

gone too long ago

she reached out her hand

and took me in tow

I visited old people

they fit like a glove

“thanks” a small word

when they shower you with love

I touched a place

I hadn’t wandered many a year

I stood in old shoes

scar’s lessons – need not fear



Poets United Midweek Motif is prompting us to write about Recovery. There are so many forms of recovery. We can recover from physical ailments, addictions, or pain inflicted by others. What does recovery mean to you?





Changes #poetry #photography

golden gate pm

Gold with little rain

I drive through the veil of yesterday

hoping little has changed

I can’t quite see behind

I see tracings of what lies ahead

the giants in today’s sky

are the least of what I dread

San Francisco and the Northern Bay area (of California) will always be considered home. I dont like seeing the changes that the drought has wrought on the state. I like seeing less the effects the drought is having on nature. Wildlife is driven into the cities in search of food and water. The deer are beautiful (though quite lean); the mountain lions a little less desirable.

The Daily Post Challenge for this week is Change.

Atone #poem #UN #yomkippur

gettysburg rock

Against the rocks in the stream

I rub each garments clean

“erase the dirt,” I whisper silently

I examine my garment against the sun

blood streams down my arms

“cleansing is bloody work”

none cares for flesh torn

some things must be born

I finally finish my pile

I see a long line of  laundry

“wash us this day

tomorrow we cannot be grey”

the rocks, stream, and I understand

“someone must atone for the grime*

of man’s poor choices”

I lift the last piece toward the ebbing light


Today (at sundown) is Yom Kippur there is much sin* to shed. UN leaders cast their sins into a New York river today in a symbolic act. Is it enough for the peace that we clamor for?







Orphans #devotion #poetry

ghost on the staircase

You left alone at birth

or some other season

how does a life make sense

find a perceptible reason?

Deserted at 8 or 9

making grown- up plans

 learning to coordinate

little arms and hands

Dear child there is One

who sees you very clear

never letting go of you

He holds you ever dear

the further others are away

the closer is the One

cry to the stars and sky

He will always come

Each tear your sorrow shed

is sweetly kept and  saved

through life’s hardest ship

in celestial love you’re bathed


Some know the barren loneliness of the land  Forsaken. It is never a place you would choose to go. But many are dwell here all the same.

There is one place where you will see God’s wrath—>  that is in the mistreatment of orphans.

If you have been left adrift in life’s storm, call out to the Master- He answers your cry. He will be there in the land of the forsaken.


John 14:18

“I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you.”

Isaiah 1:17

“Learn to do good; seek justice, correct oppression; bring justice to the fatherless, plead the widow’s cause.”

Psalm 27:10

“For my father and my mother have forsaken me, but the Lord will take me in.”


Those of you who know me know that I have this expanse in my heart for children who are orphaned, abandoned, abused. I lived in the land of Forsaken as a child and I am grateful.  I’ve been grateful to share (my lap or hand) with so many timid, hurting children. As the scrawny little hand reaches out she can  see “It” in my eyes and can trust the love that God has sent.



Sky Diving Roulette #flashfiction

I thought being a wing walker would have been a cool thing. If you were lucky, you’d be colorfully costumed, strapped and cabled to a wing flying high above a  Crosby /Hope movie. We are in a new century where movies are made by amateurs and  people will do anything unusual to be momentary stars. The latest thing is novices  jumping off the wing  of a plane with something strapped to your back. What’s on your back is a surprise: Sometimes it’s a parachute other times it’s a jet pack, and occasionally its lunch. Did I mention the live streaming?


This Flash Fiction was written for a photo prompt of two people sky diving into a metro area off a building or a wing.



Happy Release Day – Late Payment


Its Release Day!!!!

Originally posted on Cyn Bagley's Shadowland:

GKTC2015ebookcover1So today is the day, that my two short stories: Late Payment and If You Should Chose This Missionare live on Amazon. These are new stories with Joe and Donald, two intrepid representatives who fix technical, physical, and customer problems, when terraforming goes awry.

Just because I am such a nice person (this is the same as saying trust me), I have the first story The Green Knight Terraforming Company free for the next two days.

We first meet Joe when he is being attacked by several blades of grass.

If you want to go paperback, the three stories are bundled in Green Knight Terraforming Company. I didn’t manage to get the paperback online at the same time as the release date. I will have to do better timing next time.

So please enjoy these stories. Thank you in advance for leaving a review.

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