Monday, August 27, 2018

Let Go, let go and live

Holding by the last thread of life
a breath lost
in the audible breeze
teasing with adventures upon its breast
Let go, let go and live
there is nothing in life to fear
for at the end of the road
waiting with open heart 
a tear maybe two
our destiny measured in breaths
each one gratefully renewing our existence
in the blink of an eye
the road travels beneath our feet
the wind sings
of our wild spirit and loving heart
emerging from the earthly circle
the leaf
one surely beautifully unlike another
feeds and nurtures
all that exists in the world
from the beginning until eternity
it hangs
golden orange and curling
accepting the cycle
as the audible breeze whispers with confidence
Let go and fly with me
as it rises first up
before catching the currents
living life without fear
of the adventure foretold millions of years ago
all start the same
all end in their own time
Let go.


Wednesday, August 22, 2018

Free Download of "Ghosts of Tomorrow" this weekend

Ghosts of Tomorrow will be free to download from Kindle
Saturday August 25th and Sunday August 26th

A love story in the middle of the Pacific during WW2


Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Ghosts of Tomorrow - The Rear Admiral and the Doctor

My 15th Romantic Novel steps away from my favorite historical period
of the Civil War and into the arena of the Pacific Theater
during WWII and particularly the invasion and occupation of the Islands
by the Japanese Imperial Army.

After the death of her father, Doctor Bailey Willow falls into a very
abusive marriage to an older man.  She flees her husband's reach and makes the decision to
disappear forever if necessary knowing that her trust funds are safe
from him getting his hands on the money.  Bailey makes her way to the Philippines
to look for the mother who abandoned her at birth.  Running into resistance
from the villagers who helped raise her, she started searching the
small remote islands.  The Japanese Imperial Army attacked the Philippines
within days of the attack at Pearl Harbor and soon occupied
most of the islands in the Pacific Rim.  Bailey decides to remain on the remote
island until the war was over feeling that it gave her the safe haven that she needed.
The war, however, was not about to let her live in peace.

I have set up a free Giveaway on Amazon for the e-book.


Thursday, July 19, 2018

The Mandolin

Oh, sweet voice
carried upon the warm summer breeze
as I quote from Shakespeare
"Hell is empty and all the devils are here"

What for is each day
toiling upon the early morning
hardship is something we don't appreciate
comparing life then to now.

Sing me a love song
take away my worries post haste
lull me sweetly in another time and place
sleepy-eyed and contented

Wildflowers abundant
across the fields of my dreams
his image tugs upon my common senses
Love invades my dreams.


 There is little between my love of Shakespeare and I passionately love his work, my art that tries so hard to capture romance in glass and my own books dip deep into romance and disappointment.  This Mandolin will be turned into a piece of art.  

My 15th Novel is in the process of being released though it will be a month but it is a story about a young doctor who flees her abusive husband and the need to finally find her mother who abandoned her after birth.  She is stranded in the islands of the Philippines when the Japanese attacks and occupies the entire Pacific Theater in 1941.  It is a good place to hide and heal until she must re-enter the world where she is thrown into a world wind of accepting her past and falling in love.

I honestly am at odds when I am not writing something.  I have always been this way and have to pull myself away from writing to live a normal life.  The Mandolin will be decorated with Dog Roses or something because my ideas aren't always the final decision.  For now, I need to put chicken wings on the BBQ.  I did last night make Waffles and Chicken including adding pecans [crushed] into the batter and whipping my butter.  Too much chicken this week but that's alright because some weeks I eat too many tacos.


Saturday, July 7, 2018

Writing Reveals Deep Thoughts

The thoughts turn into words
falling onto the screen
as my fingers mindlessly follow direction

I know not the keys
should you ask me to recreate
the board which I lavish my energy

Tell me a story spin it away
bring forth the roundness
of the characters before my face

The moon and sun spin
romance and evil intertwine
tendrils growing over the gravestone

Traps set within my mind
love is a living creature
found in the hearts of all mankind

Acknowledging with a smile
romance doesn't always fall in line
consequences wait patiently in the weeds.


I am currently working on my 15th Novel which takes place during World War Two in the Pacific Theater. 

Friday, May 18, 2018


Random or are they really
Unexpectedly appearing in the early
Morning dew satisfying their thirst
Surviving when unnoticed
Through droughts and torrential floods
They rise proudly
A breath of fresh perspective
The Bain of the
Fanatical gardener in flowered gloves
Pots of perfect soil
Hours of tending and pruning
Sweat equity providing beauty
For afternoon tea
No room for a broke limb
Wilted roses be damned
I stand quietly
Clippers in one hand
Haphazardly my eyes roam
Upon the flowers
Growing wildly in my garden
With the wildflowers
Scattered upon the bare earth
Filling the world
Living their life on their terms
Calling sweetly to the bees
They touch my heart
Surprises of the sudden tears
My emotions overwhelmed
By the wildness
That overcomes me
A gardener by chance
A romantic in the most unexpected way.

@May 18, 2018

Thursday, May 17, 2018

Tell Me Your Name

Meet you in the middle
Where we root through the weeds
Finding some type of commonality
We aren’t sincerely different
Actually, we are the same

Strip away the clothing
Take off the gold and glittering chains
Wash the day from your face
The weariness residing in your eyes
Just tell me your name

Leave behind your passion
Opinions rarely reveal a helpful clue
Of the path you have obviously chosen
For I know not where you go
Stars in your eyes for fame

Lost and found is an empty box
Abandoned spider webs decorate corners
Dust upon discarded thoughts
Onward one must move methodically
From that which you came

The day is long and demanding
Dancing upon the ends of endurance
We rarely decompress completely
Ordering a drink as we sit to dine
Grousing as we seek something to blame

I sit and watch this manic dance
Faces contorted or bathed in defeat
Laughter tinkles like a crystal glass
Comfort in oneself do I rarely find
Please, won’t you tell me your name?

@May 17, 2018