Hail Mary

Posting Something for the imagined category that was nearly missed this month. Since that was all I did last month (I may be wrong, I’m tired and trying to figure out which month which post was posted in is confusing me… I’m surprised i could even create that last sentence) so… a little pun/ line that has some dialogue placement possibilities

You can’t be a little rock, you’ve got to be a little boulder.

yeah… tired.


Feels Like Morning in Your Eyes

The light that bent around her
now seeps through her
breaking shadows
exposing the gloom
in it she blooms.

She stretches and curves
the colours that burn
disolving the mist with every twist
and now she is left
clear, able and deft.

Standing tall in the colours of fall
then melts purple, black and white
back to colours of night
yet with glimmering silver on her fingers. 

Joy Solidified

Seeping out the pages
that recorded all our dreams
The little bubbles danced.

They grew as they collided
and we popped them with our noses
they stuck to our eylashes
As we stared up at the stars.

Who looked back through the sand
ground up to make their glass
which made up all the boxes
That shipped them out to sea.

We caught them in our nets
and grew them in our garden
where the trees used to stand
that now make up
Our books of seeping pages.

Clear as Mud

The wind at first was absent
     then suddenly it came
       and through its combing fingers fell
         the first of frozen rain
The clouds they bloomed, they BeLLOWeD, they rolled
     insulating the world under a blanket of cold.
And through it, two together, forced through the whirl
This sw
          li                                                  ling world.
                ng,   tu                            st
                               mbl           whi
They slipped over sidewalks
       and bumped into others,
       who were searching for their own, storm chasing lovers
They walked through drifts and jumped over cracked rivers
      until finally sensing that something was near
      they both looked at the ground and saw something appear
The frost turned to mud which looked such a mess
     but again they both knew this was only a test.
They circled & crossed this area of light
     and found the beginning of the end of their plight.
     for it started out  s  l   o  w  l  y  then grew as they peered
     at this answer to questions resulting from fear
The clouds they shrivelled, they fractured, dispersed
     allowing warmth to bake the earth, in the echoing silence
     from the wind, done with tangles, as it
     drifted around while the lovers sat down
     in the low sun
     under the tree that grew from their struggles
     and ate their mud pies.


When I’m writing, I tend to need a song to help me get going.  In this unit, Short Story writing, having my iPod work would be really helpful. Unfortunatly it spased and shut down completely, BUT it was able to play this song (Little Lion Man – Mumford & Sons) on repeat long enough for me to write this scene. It needs work but iPod = dead until I get enough time/remeber to plug it into the computer and clean it up, so feel free to comment and make suggestions!


I can feel the warm cement, rough and dry under my bare feet, so different from the cool shade of the Business/Apartment complexes that line the sidewalk on your right. I’m standing beside the empty lot on the corner, a bus stop covered in flyers is to my left. The broken fence is a wall of multicoloured posters, some held on with gum, barely hiding the wild growth of the empty lot. Through a missing plank I can see the remains of a dog house and a chain, vines growing over discarded popcans. Ahead of me, after crossing the road where cars gleam by, the cool shade begins again. The sheets on the cross light beside me flutter in the wind, made by the passing cars and buses, carrying the prevailing smell of exhaust, chinese and fast food restaurants, and the sweet smell of flowers from the florist on the other side of the street, which is feeling the full force of the sun. A few people walk by but it’s not too busy, nice weather for biking, the brave ones taking full advantage of the lack of cars parked along the curb, weaving through, making their own bike lanes.

Kate Kaboom


This is a super hero. who has no powers.

except she makes things go BOOM.

she is small

boom. unnoticed.

she has freckles that get covered by ashes

Boom. noticed later.

she has eyes the colour of ice on fire

Boom Boom. they slice his heart.

she loves like ultraviolet

bOOm. he uses it like oxygen.

she has a laugh that trails like smoke




        m. it hits him like a blast wave.

she has dark hair that fringes red in the afterglow

BooM. he burns by it. 

she sees him as he is

Kaboom. he wishes he was more.

Her Soundtrack:  Ultraviolet By the Stiff Dylans