If you enjoyed the poem “Incense,” please consider voting for it over at WildViolet.net in the June competition. Voting ends on July 5th. While you are there, be sure to read the other submissions for the topic “Round and Round.” Then, stay tuned for next month’s topic, which should be announced shortly.
UPDATE: I came in second, which is fine. Please make sure you check back for the topic for July.
I should really quit
my obsessions, they burn inside and
these tendrils and curls of smoke that
bring your face to mind
drift up and away from that bright red tip
like faded shadows
they are slowly killing me
with their insubstantiality
from within
they grow dimmer, they leave me
with each breath
wanting even more
that I take now
of what we once shared.
I am lost.
“Ready to go, Chip?”
“Sure thing, Pop.” This was going to be a special “just us” trip outside, just me and my Pop. I felt all grown up, even though I was still a ‘tween. I’d lived a sheltered life, here at the house with Mother and my brothers and sisters; I’d never even been outside to play yet. I was ready for an adventure!
“Well, don’t just stand there dawdling. Lunch isn’t going to eat itself, you know!”
I followed Pop out of our small, but comfortable, house into the sunshine of an already warm June day. Mother stayed behind, curled up on her bed, surrounded by my siblings. “Be safe, my darlings!” she called after us.
Pop stopped, a horrified look on his face. “What’s wrong, Pop?” I asked.
“The neighbors house. My goodness, I just saw them yesterday! There’s nothing left!” Continue reading
Dragonfly darting
New-hatched nymphs, gossamer wings
A buffet in flight
I haven’t been feeling particularly creative lately. My mind has been focused on other things, but I’m not abandoning anything! There is still this character trying to get me to write her story (I am avoiding her, don’t tell her you saw me, ok?). Meanwhile, another idea came to me last night, almost whole cloth.
My camera has been busy taking photos of the wild night life around here. The results are not for the squeamish, though. You have been warned.
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