Fire water fuels waiting demons waiting for release,waiting to attack and deny, deny you sanity love and companionship dredging anger, venom from all the places where you shove it Cramming vile & grotesque thoughts fermented perfectly with that one last beer..
This week my students take their mid-semester exams. It also marks the beginning the semi-annual whine festival; especially among the seniors. Their continued enrollment and graduation is on the line. Participation in the program is voluntary. If students aren't benefiting from the program then they can go back to their home school. If they aren't …
Confession time. There was one Jane Austen novel that I was supposed to read in high school; Northanger Abbey. My English teacher suggested that for my senior research paper that I read it and compare it the Mysteries of Udolpho, which I was supposed to read as well. I did read that one, just didn't …
All I want to do is remember remember the way it was And forget the way it is... ..
Two weeks, I began two more jobs. I already had two... well besides writing. Monday nights, I am reading tarot at a local bar and Tuesday I am tending the same bar. Both of the new financial opportunities were the result of a good friend needing help and me needing cash. Maybe I am crazy …
As my first unabridged, non-zombie version of a Jane Austen novel, Sense and Sensibility has taken a firm hold of my mind. It didn't let go last night until around 1:30 in the morning. My eyes simply gave out, not my desire to read. The tale follows the lives of two sisters after the death of …
There's something that lies inside, as seen through the eyes of man Unto the soul. A raging fire or a calming mist as seen through the eyes of man.
Today, or more aptly yesterday, I began my endeavors to get to know Jane Austen. In high school, I was able to avoid her acquaintance through my English teacher's disdain for her. None of my college professors introduced me, so I escape being forced to read her. I am not a huge fan of romances …
The journey that I began when I started this site has taken me into an arena that I never imagined was actually possible; writing a novel and getting my poetry out into the world. I have won two blog awards, entered and won my first writing contest. For a girl who subtitled her first handwritten …
A shot in the night A prayer to the heavens seemingly unanswered. <> Upon the Night He did pray <> "Understanding" he did cry <> A shot in Night And All that was Is Gone **I woke this poem in the tenth grade after my English teacher showed The Dead Poet Society; not a word …
Lucinda Rose 