The Muse (Part 1)

The Muse (a meditation on a most elusive creature)

A Glimpse

There’s a spectrum of writing that’s not dictated by forethought but is inspired; a euphoric process, the words produced are raw and messy at best. These thrashings are often the…

Break.

A touch to slap cold water on the face. Fresh sweat on a tingling skin. Those lips so soft, slip sliding between the smiles. You purr like a lion dream, those devil grins and secrets. So delicious sweet. Such tease. Arms and legs and heat. Beat like a jungle drum. Blackout night. Drinking on your wine, red purse…

Block

Big wall in the way. Bulky, clunky words to fill the space. Write write. Blind fingers play. Muted strip tease, all lined up to stay. My printed prose are dolls wrapped plastic. Dance dance on the stage. Naked nude wanderings in a stupor beg. Big wall in the way. Polar bear footprints on sheet of white.

Fancy speak…

Tragic Figures

Let’s count the stars as we hike along the backs of mountain giants, dip our toes in placid waters of space. Such enormity abounds. It is overwhelming. What voice do we have among the infinite? Such weight to weigh our weary souls. Yet we sing to the void, pour our music to hear an echo. Are we not…