Friday, July 31, 2015


American Rose
Mighty and beautiful
Alone in the soul-soaked
Abandoned and
Taught she is worthless
Hallucinating that she found a Protector


Red and 
Implored to be His lover
Kohl and
Enchanted White 

War Over Souls

Over the clouds
Racing across a purple sky
Cherubim and Seraphim 
Hearing the Earthbounds' pleas
Intercept the 
Devils that humans forgot 


Covered in red
Open your petals to Me 
Quiet girl
Unbreaking and
Love lives 
Inside that which
Can't be seen and blooms
Only when 
The Maestro commands 

Wednesday, July 29, 2015


Decades spent being
What others need. No one thought 
To ask what I need. 

Monday, July 27, 2015

Back in Black

Kassie Jean never wasted time. She always knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it. Tonight wasn’t going to be any different. She pulled her slick 1967 Impala into Charlie’s driveway. She wasn’t intimidated by how rural his home was. In fact, she grew up a country kid. The heavy concrete jungle of the city made her feel claustrophobic. Out here she could take in as much air as her lungs would allow. It was summertime and well into the evening. The sky had already turned pinks and purples as the sun retreated for the night. The fireflies were flirting with each other, and the frogs provided the soundtrack. She was ready for this adventure.
Kassie Jean was about ready to turn off the rumbling 327 motor when she noticed the porch light kick on and Charlie exit his house. He looked casual in his well-worn jeans and Mel-O-Cream Donuts shirt. His shirt wasn’t quite long enough to hide his catcher’s ass, and Kassie Jean took a good long look as he locked up his front door. So far, Charlie was everything he promised on Tinder.
Charlie half-jogged down the pavers leading to the driveway. He tucked his keys into his front pocket and ran his hand over his dirty blonde crew cut. The door hinge gave its usual groan as he opened the front passenger door and slid in. “Wow, you weren’t kidding. This car is gorgeous.” He reached across the bench seat and extended his hand. “I’m Charlie. It’s good to finally meet you face to face.”
“Thank you, Charlie. I’m Kassie Jean. This meeting has been a long time coming. Glad our schedules finally worked out after months of messaging.”
“Yeah. Jeez. And your pics do you no justice. You’re super pretty.” He rubbed his hands over the thighs of his jeans as if to work out his first date jitters.
Kassie Jean detected a hint of nervousness to his voice as well. She knew how to fix that. “It’s been a long while since you’ve been on a date, yeah?”
“That obvious, huh?” he replied with a nervous smile and another ruffle of his hair.
“Tell ya what. How about we get all the awkward stuff out of the way? Right off the bat.”
Charlie looked at her with narrowed eyes.
“Hop in the backseat.” she said
“Excuse me?” Charlie choked out.
“Trust me. Just hop in the backseat. I promise I’ll stay right here.”
“Ohhhhhh kayyyy…..” he replied.
Charlie took a deep breath and opened the front passenger door. The characteristic metallic squawk of the door hinge made Kassie Jean smile. Once the front door was shut, he opened the back door and slid into the backseat, snapping the door shut behind him.
Kassie Jean turned around and kneeled on the bench front seat. She quickly unfastened the tiny buttons of her fitted button-down shirt. While keeping her head down, she darted her eyes upward for just a second to gauge Charlie’s reaction. His chin was nearly on his chest and his cheeks were flush. Once she shrugged out of her shirt, she popped the hooks on the back of her bra. She tossed both articles of clothing on the front seat beside her and leaned with her elbows on the back of the bench seat. Her tits were perfectly perched on the backrest.
“Now, let’s see about getting past the first date jitters.”
Charlie shifted in the seat and slouched just a bit. There was plenty of room in the back of the ‘67, and his knees didn’t even touch the front seat. He unconsciously rubbed the heel of his hand against the button fly of his jeans. Kassie Jean could tell her inhibition caused a reaction.
“Don’t worry about me. Close your eyes if it makes you more comfortable,” she purred.
Charlie’s eyes rolled a bit as his lids fluttered closed. He let a heavy breath escape his lungs and continued to rub his cock through his jeans. He was incredibly hard within seconds. Kassie Jean’s voice was like honey as she coached him.
“I bet that cock wants out. How about you undo those buttons?”
Charlie didn’t waste any time. The buttons were undone with one pull, and his cock stiffened harder once the night air touched it. He wrapped his hand slowly and deliberately over the head and continued the stroke downward.
“Now, doesn’t that feel better? Show me how you stroke that pretty cock.”
Charlie did exactly what was asked of him. He picked up the pace a bit, making sure his middle finger ran over the divot of his head. The fire it sent through his body was near unbearable.
“That’s a good boy. Faster, Charlie.”
His breathing was ragged. His face was flush. His hand tugged harder and faster. Within minutes he knew he would cum.
Kassie Jean read all the signs perfectly.
“So pretty. Cum for me Charlie.”
It was all the encouragement he needed. Charlie’s hips thrust forward as his hand came downward. The crippled cry that escaped his chest emphasized the intensity of his orgasm. The cum drenched his twitching cock and covered his hand. Three more hard thrusts and the last was spent. He slowed his breathing and his stroke and eventually opened his orgasm-drunk eyes.
Kassie Jean hadn’t moved. Her smile was unstoppable. The entire car smelled like sex.
“How’s those nerves?” she teased.
“Gone,” Charlie replied with a sideways smile.
“Good,” she said.
“Give me five minutes to change. I need a different shirt,” he laughed.
“Five minutes. Then I’ll meet you for the first time again.”
Charlie smiled. She was definitely going to be an adventure.

And So Its Watch Begins

There is a lonely island
Hosting a lonely soul 
That manages a lighthouse
Making the rounds 
Cleaning the lens
Keeping the fire alive 
Not as a beacon 
But as a warning 
The lonely soul is an
Ugly creature
Far too ugly to see the day
And the lonely island is
Its undying death sentence 

Sunday, July 26, 2015


My mind needs the room
My heart needs the knots
My wrists only wear perfume
Turn the page 
Turn the page
Sleeping Beauty gets no rest
No peace 
When Laurent plays with boys 

Thursday, July 23, 2015


Bruised from the fall
Able to see the 
In the shattered sky
Stuck in a world where
Healing arts are lost
Every step drives the broken glass
Deeper into my soul 

Wednesday, July 22, 2015


Death has come to call. 
Ignoring the door will not
Make him go away. 

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

TwitterShort Challenge 9


                Etienne couldn’t believe her ears. Grounded. And for what? Using a can of Raid and a Zippo as a flame thrower to get rid of some wasp nests? Clearly her mother would never understand her genius.

                This could not stand.

                Tonight was the third meeting of the Sage Stick Society. There was no chance she was missing it. She and the founding members were holding initiations tonight. She was expected to be there. No one in the super secret club would ever take her seriously again if she didn’t attend this meeting. 

                Etienne grabbed the broken Bulova pocket watch she picked up at a garage sale for two dollars and the remains of her half eaten chocolate Easter bunny and stuffed them into her backpack. Preparation was important when making a jail break, and rations would be crucial if she made it out. 

                She slowly opened her bedroom door and peered down the hall. She knew her little sister was already fast asleep in the bedroom directly across from hers. Getting to the stairs wouldn’t be a problem.  

                She slipped down the hall in her stocking feet and scampered down the stairs. Her parents were in the family room watching Paula Deen toss something around in an oversized salad bowl. Perfect. They were completely distracted by the TV.

                Etienne scuttled past the family room and into the main foyer. She caught her breath as the marble bust of Benjamin Franklin that rested on the corner of the piano seemed to stare her down all the way to the front door. No matter. Freedom was feet away.

                She ever so slowly turned the knob to the front door and pulled.

                There on the front porch was her little sister. 

                “MOOOOOOOOOOM!” Joni screamed.  “I TOLD YOU SHE WOULD TRY TO ESCAPE!!”

                Etienne gave Joni the death glare. 

                “Oh, Mother. This battle is yours. But the war shall be mine,” she vowed with clenched teeth as Mother grabbed her wrist and hauled her back to bed.


Monday, July 20, 2015


It's not just a fork
In the road
It's the hundred forks before it
It's the blistered feet
And the soleless shoes 
It's the sunburnt skin
And the rain drenched clothes
It's the fear 
That if you stop to breathe 
You'll die

Sunday, July 19, 2015

All The Degrees

The cry of a soul
As the sun burns 
And scalpels flay
And scraps are tossed 
To hungry wolves
The crush of a thousand truths
That finding each piece 
Seems impossible
A pin prick of light 
And a whisper of promise
Makes it shift
The cry becomes 
One of joy instead 

Thursday, July 16, 2015

The Coming Winter

***Author's note: The following is an original piece submitted for Anna Meade's Midsummer Night's Dream Writing Contest. Be sure to click the link and see what other fantastic stories await!***

                I awoke with a kiss. Strange. I didn’t even remember falling asleep.

                And yet there she was. Gigging like a bubbling brook.

                The fayr stood a handful of steps away from me. Her oversized hands covered much of her face, leaving just the twinkling blue of her eyes exposed. Her rich blonde curls bounced as she laughed. The wrap dress was torn and dirty, but her skin looked like honeyed cream.

                I shook my head to clear the daydreams away. My mane tossed about as I stretched my wings and put hoof to ground. Since I was only a yearling Pegasus, we stood nearly eye to eye, she and me.

                “I found you!” She squealed. “Let’s play! Follow me!” She took off skipping down a foot path that trailed to the lake. The scent of the blue bonnets and lavenders begged me to follow her.

                I shook my tail and set off bounding behind her, determined to return the tag she’d placed on me. We tagged back and forth until we reached the lake. Playing made me thirsty, and the water was clear and inviting. I drank deeply until I felt the violent pain of something piercing my lung and driving into my heart. My last vision was of the peaceful lake, and my ears rung with her childish laughter.



                “You promised me the wings, Atcheton.”

                “That I did, wicked fayr,” the troll said with disdain. He hated making bargains with lesser beings. But the summer had been a hot one, and his crops burned in the unrelenting sun. Winter would be hard if food couldn’t be secured. “Next time bring me a bigger one. The yearling are tender, but there’s barely enough meat for two days.”

                The Fayr smiled innocently and gathered her treasure, eager to attach them to her dirty dress. “That will cost you more than just some wings, Troll.”


Wednesday, July 15, 2015


Poor little dove 
Caught in the hunter's net
Wings beat unto exhaustion 
Starved and lonely
Too tired to cry
To watch it die would be a shame
And yet to save it invites it's bite
A choice to be made 
And the countdown starts
Because a split second
May make the difference 

Tuesday, July 14, 2015


At the end of the world
Is a ledge
To no where
When the crowds behind you surge
Because they do not see or care
And there comes a mighty shove 
Close your eyes and pretend you're flying
And then the dark won't 
Scare you 

Monday, July 13, 2015


The crush of
Of your weight 
Lean in a little harder
I can still breathe
My feet are still under me
My vision isn't blurred
Kill me quick 
Or not at all

Sunday, July 12, 2015


Scrawling script
The confession of a thousand feelings
The circumstantial evidence of a soul
Stuffed into an envelope 
Rolled into a bottle 
Thrown into an ocean
If it finds a home
And connects with one other person
The words were worth it  

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

The Binding Irons

The corporeal prison hosting 
An internal battle 
My trap
Understanding what I know and 
Fearing what I feel
And the inability to reconcile 
Soul and mind
Leaves me here
On broken rocks
Unable to escape 
The incoming tide
I'm not sure 
I want to move 
Even to save my life

Saturday, July 4, 2015


The courage 
To step forward
Praying to be chosen
Allowing them to see you
The slave trader's stage is 
A terrifying place 
Nothing is hidden
Everything exposed
And snap judgements
Decide the course
Of a life 

Thursday, July 2, 2015


Is it your soft groan
Is it my flushed cheeks
That turns your eyes into smoke
Is it the things you do to me
Is it the things I do for you
That make you want more
The knots
The bindings
All just for show
When it's really the invisible leash
That connects my soul to yours
The lock and key complete
Only as a set 

Wednesday, July 1, 2015


Time flies
Not smooth and crisp
Like a hawk's journey 
But disjointed and erratic
Like a butterfly
Bouncing here 
Jerking there
Dependent on 
Time spent near you