It promised to be a beautiful day full of white lace and champagne toasts. The dress swished as she walked. Like a princess she smiled at her entourage of hope. Handsome men were clad in grey and they waved to the bridemaids across the corridor. The chords of beautiful music floated from the chapel asContinue reading “The Day She Wore Red #microfiction”
I circled her fresh face with my fingertips ruby red were her luscious lips spring her blossom ever green awaken not from this dream summer harsh it takes the glow dew’s gone, nothing will grow our love languish in her eyes robbing heat I ever despise colors change, bouquet of woe her faded lips her time I knowContinue reading “Bouquet for Her #poetry #photography”
“You look good in red,” all the store clerks said as they gathered round admiring their work. I shook my head and pointed, “I like that one!” It was the same coat just in a rich royal blue. “No, that was last season’s coat. It is not for you.” I pulled the coat up nextContinue reading ““Red” is in this Season #prose #socialism #photography”
This rapid burn losing ink on my page raised caulderon of letters illuminates my mind for one moment fueled flash clarifies the past I taste the ash burning my moist lips holding the last remnant of you a little too long spitting out the scorched after-taste realizing you put this flame of destruction in motionContinue reading “Raze #poetry #photography”
you – the writer, poet, photographer, painter, sculptor creators who impact the world with words, shape, color, a vision. What would you want to be remembered for when you are gone?