No color flows from my fingers. I am an arm that moves A foot that steps Keeping the foundation Contained, But I am not the house. I am not the light Nor am I the mirror Just a curtain To make it more Comfortable. Why did I ever dream Of taking form Or flying high … Continue reading Painter Hands
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“Raising a Hero” Now on Kindle!!
Do you hate pay-by-the-chapter websites? Hate only getting half the story? Want to have the whole million-word monster in your hand for your perusal anytime, anywhere? (kindle or smartphone on hand) Well, now you can! "Raising a Hero" is now available on Kindle! You can get it through Amazon in all its various versions across … Continue reading “Raising a Hero” Now on Kindle!!
My Boys Right Now
Car and Fuzzy Have to be In the same room As him. Three is all About tragedy. The other The elder Is older now. The first baby I ever held Now rides a bike And sasses back Because Mom Says no To more robots. The first The man Who holds me close Dreams of the … Continue reading My Boys Right Now
A Clip I found on my Long Disconnected Smartphone
This is my author's note for today: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/m2KNHxY_sD0
Star Side
I went through a weird fit of frustration that I had a craving for random impregnation by an alien story and didn't want the porno to get to it. I was aiming for something horror sci-fi with unexpected romance without the explicit sexual material. I think what I really wanted to see was some loner, … Continue reading Star Side
Crazy House Poem #3
Maybe I can bloom into my imagined homes of green gardens and gentle streams filed with jewels for the pleasure of little hands. Precious hands. May I walk among those waters to offer glittering light to the wonder of my little loves? Come. May I call you ‘precious’ and love all your happy times and … Continue reading Crazy House Poem #3
Raising a Hero–chapter 70
I thought on that for a moment, not wanting to give him an inaccurate answer. He gave me my time, tapping the corner of a page when a certain dress caught his attention. They varied, so I couldn’t quite tell his taste, other than not super poofy or showing too much. “It’s not you, persay,” … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 70
Light my Nights
I find the sound of your tiny snores ease my darkest nights. A profile of long lashes and bits of polished sky-- bits of me. But I couldn't be this beautiful. I want to hold you like in the days when you despaired whenever you couldn't hear my heart, but you're older now. And no … Continue reading Light my Nights
Raising a Hero–chapter 69
Sir Fairenson all but came running out when he saw me trying to flag down a carriage. “My lady, why didn’t you say anything? Please, let me help you with that.” “Uh, thank you. And it was just sort of a last minute decision. I’ve been needing some new clothes.” He stiffened. “Wait here. I’ll … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 69
A Little Walk
He paves a path through morning dew in search of apples. Little legs, though not as little as they use to be. Crows of sheep and points at goats, then waits to see if the cat's on the roof. Wanders back with upraised hands-- still little hands. Almost to big to carry home, but little enough … Continue reading A Little Walk
Author T.S. Lowe 