Review of Murder of Crows by Edward Medina Available for the Kindle at Amazon.com Once upon a time has been reborn and re-engineered to perfection with the latest offering of Edward Medina. Murder of Crows is a classic waiting for the rest of the world to realize it. There is a lyrical quality to Medina’s …
In the night my tears did flow In the night I called for help Twisted words answered me back And cut my heart to rubies In the sparkling morn They showed me the way To a yellow wood A fork in the road A decision to be made In the night my tears did flow …
When I was a wee rose bud, I wanted to be a dancer. It didn't matter what kind; I just wanted to move to music. It also didn’t matter what the music was so long as there was rhythm to it. Momma taught the jitterbug and the twist in the living room to all of us. It was …
My poetic heart has come back to life, With your sweet touch and gentle kiss, An old light comes back with new love, Through perfection is not your grace, And no love is free of trouble, The joy of your coming, shall remain forever with me, Even if you should leave.
For my sisters around the world... You need to hear this, remember it and learn from it. You may think what I am about to say is too harsh that there is a more delicate way to put what it. There is, but being gentle and hiding behind euphemisms has only created more victims. …
Quietly imaging Everything denied By time and distance Cuddling in the memories of moments long past. Warmth fills me And I feel where Love’s bittersweet arrow struck In dreams, you stand beside me Loneliness can not touch What love has so bound. Where you go my heart is condemned to follow.
This week at my Mom's suggestion here are a couple of things that my Papa has said or done. The weekend we celebrated my grandfather's 90th birthday, I ate too many clams and was in terrible pain. It was so bad that my boyfriend at the time went next door to my parents room. Papi …
Last Thursday night, I fell asleep at 7:30 and woke up in time to go to work the next morning. I did it again last night. This evening, I feel asleep once again around seven and woke up three hours ago. My kitty boys gently reminded me that I had other things to do beyond …
Momma, A couple of years ago, I wrote you a poem for your birthday, a pretty bad one. But, you loved it, because I wrote it. When I was a child, you choose to walk your own path instead of going where others told you. It wasn't easy, but you did it. You …
Today, I realized that once again I was stacking too much on my plate and it was only preventing me from taking care things in my life. My priorities got all mixed up and so it was time to make an adjustment. One that has been coming for some time. My to-do list was cut …
Lucinda Rose 