The first post in "The True Sacred Space" series is up on S.D. My new short story is going into its second draft. News on one of my older writing projects is also forthcoming. E.W.
New Series Debut!
A new series is debuting on Superlative Deviation. It's going to be lots of fun! https://superlativedeviation.home.blog/2022/09/08/series-intro-the-true-sacred-space/
Excerpt (Poetry) : “There Is a Sweet Hereafter”
It is what you make of it. The images of mind. It is the limits of your soul In boundless space and time. It is the darkness or the light. The strangeness and the learning. The opportunities you missed, Distracted on the journey... The hearts you healed, the hearts you broke. The lightness and the… Continue reading Excerpt (Poetry) : “There Is a Sweet Hereafter”
“Free-will (and Other Lies)” – Poetry
A moving picture postcard, animated scenery, and dramas taken from the pages of a scripted comedy. What is it you see? Just what you expect: Material from Vaudeville and conveniences that lack All purpose, life, and passion - Set designs so cold and wooden. Who is there behind it? Who has fed the Beast? Who… Continue reading “Free-will (and Other Lies)” – Poetry
“Love” – Poetry
No blind infatuation nor momentary thrill Can touch the steadfast heart, The loyal truth that pulses To a starry drumming of infinite rhythm. Nothing can restrain it! Human words are meaningless, Falling on deaf ears that only seek the guidance of Heaven. A group of souls united In the exploration of worlds, They are the… Continue reading “Love” – Poetry
“Eyes Wide” – Poetry
Heritage replaced with agendas Unvarnished truth replaced with convenience Warmth and joy replaced with icy stares Growth replaced with competitive stagnation The proof, it screams! The eyes unveiled. Such a burden they often bear Minds filled with endless queries Scavenger hunts that last an eternity Ridiculed and cut down, yet they still persevere Their questions… Continue reading “Eyes Wide” – Poetry
“Barefoot Dancing” – Poetry
To perfect your barefoot dancing, first recall the special thrill Of the sight of sunbeams dancing on a bedroom windowsill. Summer leaves that flutter and a sky alive with blue Jump rope contents set to songs of birds of every hue. Release the stingy, grown-up mind and endless empty chatter Replace with open heart and… Continue reading “Barefoot Dancing” – Poetry