One Rainbow Tribe in an Orange World (but only for now).

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Halloween Erotica: The Sweet Climax

Dear Sillies,
   Please have a safe and happy Halloween.
Also, we'll just ignore the little "Go Dodgers!" thing. It didn't help last year and well, we need not discuss this year's outcome. As if that wasn't enough, Martha's busting out. Oy. Apologies.
   Love you.




Monday, October 29, 2018

Talmudic Inspiration

Dear Hearts,
   I've been, once again, for the seemingly millionth time, at a loss. Sometimes silence says it best. Yet I saw this on a friend's Facebook page yesterday -- a quote from the Talmud.*
   *While the Old Testament (Jewish Bible), is written in narrative, the Talmud is more of a scholarly collection of philosophies regarding how to live life. These words instantly calmed me.   
   One of our biggest challenges is keeping ourselves and each other afloat, while the greater forces in control of the media promote grand helplessness.
   I hope this offers warm inspiration.
   Love you, and I'll be back with something by Wednesday.

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Double Dog Dare, A Pre-Halloween Scare




My Dear Sillies,
   Do you remember the days when blogland was less about begging you to buy and review my books? I mean, pushing our books on each other?  We were merely excited to meet and connect.
   Regardless of our motives and/or writing journeys, we've become a wonderful fanbase for each other. And that's a very nice thing.
   A loving lady, Jenny Matlock, used to do a Saturday Centus exercise. I occasionally participated. This photo was the prompt. The challenge: using all five senses, write about this in 100 words max.
   Here's my story, The Double Dog Dare...











“I double-dog dare ya to go in,” Johnny challenged. He was cute so I acted brave.  

“Okay.” I swallowed my jelly bean whole. Salty black-licorice flavor stuck to my tongue.  Entering the creepy old shack, the smell of mud overtook me.  I was blinded by darkness.

“Welcome!” A boyish voice came up through the floors’ wooden panels.  I noticed a gaping hole at my feet and felt the sudden firm grip of fingers clasping my ankles from below.

“Let me go! Help! Help!”

A familiar giggle slowed my pulse.

“Johnny, you poo-poo head! That wasn’t funny!”
  

Monday, October 15, 2018

Halloween Erotica II, More Candy Porn

 



Dear Sillies,
   One is never enough, right? Here's Halloween Erotica, II for ya.
   And a repetition of my annual announcement: When shopping for Halloween candy, please follow one and only one rule: AVOID ALL THINGS HERSHEY. They haven't changed their evil ways. Hershey supports child enslavement in the West Indies - where it gets its chocolate. But there are plenty of healthier options (raisins, granola bars, or closing the door and shutting the lights).

   Please be well. Be safe. Be naughty. Be nice.
   I love ya.

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Halloween Erotica, The Original Candy Porn

Dear Sillies,
   My annual announcement: When shopping for Halloween candy, please follow one and only one rule: AVOID HERSHEY'S. They haven't changed their evil ways. Hershey's supports child enslavement in the West Indies - where it gets its chocolate.
   Unfortunately, all the sub-par standard candy (M&M's, Milky Way, etc.) is owned by them too. But there are plenty of healthier options (raisins, granola bars, or closing the door and shutting the lights).
   On a sweeter note,  years ago, I began to write a playful Halloween poem. But my warped brain and lustful sweet tooth penetrated inappropriate terrain. So began my poetic erotica series. Accidentally. Don't blame me. Blame the dark and milky ones that I can't get enough of. Wink.
    Enjoy.

Monday, October 1, 2018

Courage, A Poetic Repost

Hi, Dear Sillies,
   Certain events brought me back to this one. I'm sorry I haven't generated new poetry lately. It comes and goes and has been gone for a while (except when I wrote The Trumpeter).
   Happy October, dear ones.
   Be good to yourselves.

Extending the dance, 

When you’ve long lost your groove
Swimming to shore too frail to move.

Stepping towards light, when darkness abounds
Permitting a laugh amid no other sounds.

Confronting a beast no one should endure
It strikes with no warning, no reprieve and no cure.
 

Snuggling with hope, when the pain you can’t bear
Unveiling your heart in the face of despair.

Conveying a smile, when you’d much rather cry

Speaking the truth though it’s safer to lie.

Taking a stance, when integrity’s lost
Forcing what’s right in spite of the cost.
 


Holding to faith in your value and worth
Maintaining a grace that softens the earth.
 


Passing with ease
As you air your last breath

A hero whose soul
Transcends life
and death.
Photo by me, 9/17, Greek Perspective