I’m just about to finish my NaNoWriMo Novel, I’ve got a short story in the making and nearly finished, I’m not even halfway done with the handmade Christmas cards that I’m doing this year for my friends all around the world, and what do I do? I adopt a US Soldier on http://adoptaussoldier.org Just in time … Continue reading What are you doing for the holidays?
Tag: Love
O Friend! My Friend!
O Friend! My friend! Our long ride is over. Chasing our mirage in the desert, we're nearly there, one last storm and we’re over the hill! You’ve fought hard for every battle. Your desert hooves have torn under those prairie skies and Rocky Mountain summer, you turned the Plains asunder. Winter loomed ahead and … Continue reading O Friend! My Friend!
Chicago: The Most American of Cities
August 26th, 2013 Chicago is a unique place. The phrase “an all American” city spouted out of the loudspeaker in the orange line coming from the airport and I wondered how Chicago could claim to be any more all-american than some of our other big cities. New York for example, comes to mind. As does … Continue reading Chicago: The Most American of Cities
Flying
We are flying together, covering ground. Huge lungs become mine, Hearts pounding together, we go. We’re one. Veins surging Hindquarters bunching Releasing. Muscles tighten Swirled masses of raw, power Tightly wrapped thick bones. Lurching forward Thin metal, held lightly in place Grips tiny nails, pounding the ground Muscles expand rapidly Rippling a roaring frame Front … Continue reading Flying
Grip
Their stories and scars, the things they grasp. All rough and worn, but strong. Everyone has them they come in pairs But these ones, are special. I love to watch them in action, I often stare. Or sneak a peak when no one is there. They dance on keys and caress horsehair strings. A kind … Continue reading Grip
Let’s Play
Let’s play! Like puppies in a basket Or actors on a stage I just wanna play with you. You scrutinize and stare As the famished lion watches his prey A longing hunger growls thick inside Watching her free and innocent steps With hard, squinted, aching eyes. Beautiful, and tender bouncing before him It pains him … Continue reading Let’s Play
The Storm Horse
The wind howled against the windowpanes. His hooves pounded against her chest. Each step rattled the earth, shook her soul. He thundered up the hill, nostrils flared, Short, labored breath. They charged across powdery landscape. It moved with them. They were one, plowing through Snowdrifts and muddy cow-trails. Speckled brown and white, Fleabitten grey Fuzzy, coat … Continue reading The Storm Horse
To Ride A Bike
Now I leave this little bar, who stole my night In great company and bold conversation. I’m riding through dampened moonlight, Blurred white lines and whirring leaves The moon shines and disappears, She peaks through trees. I’m heading West, I trust the mountains But I can’t see well. He’s riding next to me. His … Continue reading To Ride A Bike
Poesie Sans, Souci 