Ink – Rereading Jane Eyre

#AtoZChallenge ‘K is for Keel’ #Haiku #NaPoWriMo #PoetryMonth

This photo was taken by Andrés, @adpascuas, my daughter’s boyfriend, while he was visiting the island of San Andrés, part of an archipelago located in the Caribbean, which belongs to Colombia. **** Keel (after Martin Carter) Grounded Keel once saw Ocean stained with memory Now tourists snap shots **** The boat in the pictureContinue reading “#AtoZChallenge ‘K is for Keel’ #Haiku #NaPoWriMo #PoetryMonth”

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#AtoZChallenge ‘I is for Ink’ #Haiku #NaPoWriMo #PoetryMonth

Ink Ink trickles from pen I exist I bleed I write Squeezing my soul dry **** Writing a poem is slow, painful and cathartic. Feelings translated into syllables and words are painstakingly wrenched from the soul and poured onto a blank page. It’s excruciating, disturbing, and always frustrating, but there’s no alternative. It’s the onlyContinue reading “#AtoZChallenge ‘I is for Ink’ #Haiku #NaPoWriMo #PoetryMonth”

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#CarrotRanch #FlashFiction ‘Red Ink’

Red Ink The poet always wrote with red ink. A constant reminder that his blood, the blood that pulsed through the fingers that held his pen, was red, not blue like the rippling sea, or black, like a moonless night… His blood was red, a bold, vibrant scarlet, ablaze with love or hate, sometimes sizzlingContinue reading “#CarrotRanch #FlashFiction ‘Red Ink’”