fierce and brilliant
scorching every surface
inside and out
or just a day
until it finally dims
to a fine silken dust
with magic daring enough
to stand against
raging winds, torrential rain
the wicked clap of
shaking it into thin
hills and valleys
tributaries of God’s anger
opening in the cracks
filling with the dark rain
of days gone
but when the clouds part
something stirs from within
a thing born without
fear or pain
a fluttering that presses ashes
glowing like ropes of sunshine
coaxing itself loose
to open it’s wings
in fluid breaths
to the wind
with a flurry of hopes
but not without leaving
It has arrived! I am officially a published author of a short story.
A year ago, when I wrote this, I couldn’t have imagined how it would feel to see my words in print.
Now it’s here! Infernal Ink is a wonderful magazine filled with lovely, dark, creepy stuff. Hydra and Dave have made a great issue. I have been up reading since it arrived very early this morning. I hope you’ll check it out.
It’s a story of abduction, torture and revenge. Let me know what you think, if you get the opportunity to read it.
To those of you who have followed along, always reading, “liking”, and commenting, thank you for making me believe in my own talent.
And, to all of you who have been my support through the past year and longer, especially my kinky crew, my biggest fan and the young damsel who inspired this piece, I love you! Thank you for standing next to me, keeping me up, even as I fell.
If I could pool all of my magic
to grant one wish
one single wish
If I could wield the power of my words
to give one blessing
one single blessing
If I could mobilize the friendship you’ve granted me
to create one gift
one single gift
I would find a way to give to you
which might repay
Your support, your mentorship, your wit, your charm, your gentleness, your wisdom, your hopes, your guidance, your humility, your honesty, your balance, your fervor, your spirituality, your insecurity, your strength, and your talent…
But all I can give to you
Is my promise.
A single, but powerful promise.
I swear to always be your friend.
From that day, many, many months ago, when you called me Missy (with no intent on using my childhood nickname) at a time when she needed to be seen, known, and comforted.
From that cold, Sunday afternoon when you chatted with me, giving me insight into myself, my needs, my insecurities, that I had blatantly ignored… A slap in the face that I needed, so desperately.
From those mornings where the tables were turned, and it was you who needed an ear or a thought.
From all of those moments that you supported me, during the times when I had no one else to turn to.
From a day, not so long ago, that I wasn’t brave enough to ask for your help… but knew that you would have given it, if I had.
To all of the tiny moments in between…
Where sometimes, just your words gave me solace.
And to many, many moments to come…
My Birthday Wish
for you, Sir, is
I hope today and everyday after is filled with bliss or tempered with comfort. Happy Birthday, Sir!
And hey: Glitter your front, next time!! 😉 You know, for Cinn… *giggles*