Trying out another form of poetry called Tyburn. It's supposed to be 6 lines with the specific syllable counts of 2,2,2,2,9, and 9 respe...

Some doodling in my sketchbook. I was going to do more to it, but drew a blank, pardon the pun. After I started drawing it, I decided it fit...

When we can get past seeing ourselves as victims, then we can release the anger and discover our true identity. anthropological ball marchin...

tired again though winter’s rest is over sun dried chill blows through a honeysuckle covered briar patch Respite cut short by an early droug...

prickly blossom view veils invading industry harsh spring survival oddly arid wind abates momentarily tenacious spring seized

For Six Sentence Sunday this week, I'm posting another part of the same story that I've been working on. [See the previous post for ...

Hi! I had such a wonderfully friendly response last week with the Six Sentence Sunday gang, that I'm back again this week. This is from...

Moon Music Road Rage

These pics were taken in my garden. And, this is the reason why I've not been online much lately. This garden is named Ilma's Garden...

I found this web site on my friend, Sue's, blog , where people post six sentence excerpts from their work and leave their links to it. T...

During the early 80’s, I drove four hours every day, two hours each way, in rush hour traffic to attend high school downtown. At that time, ...

Elena over at My Quest is hosting Weekword this week, and has chosen the very expressive little word "oh". I used that word quite ...

This week's weekword is brought to us by Junebug's Musings . She mentioned Valentine's Day in connection with the word 'cyno...

nature of identity mirroring antique anger at an ontological vanity elaborately Victorian tearing tangles from my hair with silver inlay bru...

This week's Weekword is ' therapeutic '. You'll find links to other posts listed here on Domestic Scribbles . The dictionary...

Several years ago, I helped my sister move back here to Texas from New Jersey. On the second night of the drive, I drove until my nerves beg...

winter sun whitens without uttering one word seeded grasses’ tales

Swan Jellyfish Genus geopsychosis Dwells in watery, cavernous fissures Tenebrious and abysmally submerged Among scars of geodynamic dross Wa...

sent adrift slapped about by furious fists of sea beacon fades emotions crest obscure light is out of reach faith plunges into dark abyss ...

photo found on the web freedom and fame programmed at birth taught to desire, but not self worth put down for buckling under the heat “suck ...

This weeks "Weekword" is "Recycle". Below is a story about my friend, Lynda, that I posted on Silk Creek Portal back i...

dormancy pervades gray coated simplicity Winter pond’s secret This is for "Weekword" , a weekly blogging challenge that I discover...

arching vines mirror amber drifts cushion crossing traversing dank murk Fall bridges twisted woodland in ravines of awareness

left behind the news of your passing leaves them silent but there’s no one left to preach to so a stranger gives your eulogy left behind for...

sinking boat suddenly takes flight like the hearts of lovers when lust is consummated only to find when the magic washes over nothings chang...

Coins dropped into a hand of rotting flesh Character spent An old hag strikes a deal with a luminescent daughter Pale and delicate retainin...

A collage made from pictures I took on a trip to Tennessee last year.

I made this collage with photos I took while on a trip to Garner State Park earlier this month.

eyes coated with a medicated blur words refuse to focus shoulders are lighter but pages still haunt don’t care about the pain don’t care abo...