Visceral ~ #MondayBlogs

Heathen drums beating like a heart Pagan memories dance in shadows Rising from the fires shape-shifting smoke Thousands of yesterdays cold-blooded wisdom Lingering within a reptilian mind Human and otherworldly Virtuous and wicked In one breath a prayer and a spell Our blood Is not our own But a river flowing from every mother Wisdom … Continue reading Visceral ~ #MondayBlogs

Desert Sky

The night sky cries winter with Orion spread-eagle over tile rooftops stars shining brighter than madness to light scrub and sand The moon hangs close to earth touchable and surreal As the wind sets the trees to dancing ~ Caroline A. Slee

Upside Down

The skies above slate defying the rule of sunny days the promise of winter drifting above daylight cast in warm hues reflected in water-laden clouds as the hours move past us dawn to afternoon with no difference to mark the time as the mountains shift to blue and weep for day's passing ~ Caroline A. … Continue reading Upside Down

November Nano and Best Foot Forward ~ #MondayBlogs

My first week of 41 is off to a good start. One of the resolutions I made for myself was to spend at least one hour per day on my own writing projects. Mission accomplished. In the mountain of things I do every day, I added one more thing. 🙂 I've designated time at the … Continue reading November Nano and Best Foot Forward ~ #MondayBlogs

Friday Philosophy ~ Tenacity

Even though the family shield says "unalterable" I think they may have made a mistake. The word they should have put there is "tenacious." Stubbornness and the refusal to quit are traits heading down from both sides, so I figured I would focus on those for this week's Philosophy. "Never confuse a single defeat with … Continue reading Friday Philosophy ~ Tenacity

Tea Time

Or, why I think we should all take a break every afternoon. I’ve noticed that stopping work and hitting pause in the mid-afternoon, say, right around 3 after I get home from picking up the kids, recharges my battery. In Canada, tea is still a “thing,” as it is in the United Kingdom. In fact, … Continue reading Tea Time

The Broken Song #wwwblogs

Grief escapes in dreams a wordless howl against the night It is a dissonant melody that no voice can match And it creates a harmony entirely its own Birthing rivers and waxen skin and time shifts Only in our memories will the song be complete somewhere in our past Yet every breath takes us further … Continue reading The Broken Song #wwwblogs