I’m forever sleepwalking In a Dali dream Watching chunks of time Floating Melting Disappearing Into the great unknown Where the … More
Category: Elaine’s Writing
To Speak From the Heart
A LOVING TRIBUTE TO MY FATHERI speak from the heart, for those who cannot.I speak of love, of love for … More
Pronghorn
With graceful swiftness,the pronghorn leaps,kicking up plumes of sand.With powerful vision,the pronghorn surveysthe layout of the land.With tasteful intention,he munches … More
Canyon Watcher
I watchSweeping land sleepingUnder the blazing sun wherePrickly pear and lonely lizard areliving in eternal dryness.I watchShimmering waters windingBeneath towering … More
Over the Rim
Over the rim,Time does not exist.Lives pass in a whisperOnly remnants in the dust To live on in immortality.Over the … More
Desert
Morning sun rules,Shining over barren land,Sparkling over mica,Spreading over scatterings ofGreasewood and yucca to becomeEarth’s bounty–Medicine, food, and tools.copyright © … More
AMELIA
Amelia knows how to work herMagic so we’re under her spell.Easy to fall head-over-heels inLove with her sweet baby smell.Interested … More
Wedding Hair Blues
I arrive early and buy a ‘power latte’ –a 20 oz keep-me-from-falling-on-my-asshot beverage–from Mocha Madness and then walk down a … More
The Lightning Chamber
The sun shone down onto the kitchen sink piled high with a week’s worth of dirty dishes. Madison struggled to … More
Metamorphosis
The morning sun streamed through the bedroom blinds, casting shadows onto the sleeping woman. She clung to one pillow and … More
Corpse Du Jour
Randolph Lincoln spotted a streak of lightning in the distance. Normally he would be shooting with his brand new Sony, … More
Gus’s Bus
Friday morning, Sven Gustavsen paced the small kitchen. A feeling of dread overcame him and all he wanted to do … More
Alexithymia
Five-year old Alex surveyed his surroundings, data streaming into his eyes and ears. He watched his baby sister looking out … More
The Old Haunted Prison
I walk through the old haunted prison, Seeing the ceiling seep from yesterday’s rains. Dripping into one isolated urinal that … More
Playback
The thick fog that rolled in from the bay each morning dissipated by the time Harold took his daily walk … More
Love Knot
Hand over steadfast hand Intertwining two lives Joining them at the heart. Weaving strength into their fabric, Perfection into their … More
The Key Maker
Rusty lost keys fall into the Key Maker’s pail With a clang of discord, another life might fail. He races … More
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