Jupiter’s Beard

Green leaves reaching to the sky, as I  lay on a bed of grass.

Life was around me, within me as youth grew in my bones.

I held innocence in my hand, cupping fingers around frail flowers.

Red touch my palm and in a single moment I was among the stars, gas giants, and floating matter.

-M.E. InkOwl

Shisa Female

To this home, bring your feet,

Care-worn, cracked and in need.

For those with in work to bring other peace, through company, talk and food.

I close my mouth over happiness and joy to keep those feelings in,

For share we do, with all who come.

Please enter, friend, and partake.

-M.E. InkOwl

One Lovely Blog


Thanks to Earth To Ash  for nominating The Ink Owl for another blogging award! I’ve been blogging for almost a year now and I’m continually surprised at the positive atmosphere of our WordPress network. My efforts in writing have flourished under so many encouraging and constructive comments and feedback. We do so much good for one another as writers when we participate in these blogging awards and highlights. I urge all of you that have been nominated to find those people who need your encouraging words and help them along their path.

Rules:

  • Each nominee must thank the person who nominated them and link their blog in their post.
  • They must include the rules and add the blog award badge as an image.
  • Must add 7 facts about themselves.
  • Nominate 15 people to do the award!

Seven facts about me:

1. I am a complete Sci-fi nerd. I love everything to do with it, books, movies, kids toys. It’s probably pathetic, but it makes play time with my boys intetesting.

2. I work full-time in a cancer hospital and have just started my second bachelors degree while blogging and writing (as much as I can). I’m kind of busy.

3. I’ve shared a nod and prayer with the Dalai Lama in person.

4. I have a dream of publishing children’s books with my childhood friend. Check out his illustration/animation page here.

5. I’ve been writing stories since I was 13, but have been a storyteller since I was a young kid. These stories usually involved plastic dinosaurs crushing Hotweels cars.

6. As a child my father would read his favorite stories to me before I went to bed. I would fall asleep listening to the sound of his voice as he took my mind on wild adventures. These stories included books by Michael Critchon, Clive Cussler, Bill Wallace, and Dean Koontz. He is one of the main reasons why I strive to write today.

7. I draw a lot of personal inspiration from Louisa May Alcott character of Josephine March. If she really existed I think we would be thick as thieves.

My nominations in no certain order:

keithgarrettpoetry

Chimera Poetry

JuSteph4All

Fitful, Fearful, Phantasmal

Ellenbest24

Brave and Reckless

Inspiration Pie

WritingBlissfully

Traci York, Writer

A Mind

emotionsoflife2016

Jade M.Wong

Tish MacWebber

Kindra M. Austin

Yashovardhan’s thoughts

 

Nature’s Course

Quickly! Bring me a packet,

I need some right here.

You see that spot bare of any mounds?

I think it was missed as we passed by.

Yup nothing is in the ground.

Got that packet? Yes! Thank you dear.

Now do me a favor and rip it open.

Excellent! Now scatter it in.

For nature is random, and doesn’t grow in straight lines.

So forget about control and let nature take its course!

-M.E. InkOwl

Shisa Male

Upon the doorstep of this home,

A ferocious guard stands by.

Meant to wait upon the threshold,

With fangs laid bare it waits to rend evil from the air.

Do not come with cruelty in mind, or hatred in your heart.

For you shall not pass, with in these walls, but will be torn apart.

-M.E. InkOwl

Dancing Hollyhocks

We made small people from their blossoms,

Handsome men in suits with gowned women on their arms.

So fine an affair to be seen.

They danced round their stalks till the day was done,

And climbed up to their houses to rest.

-M.E. InkOwl

House of Skeps

 

 

Industrious buzzing,

Captured by woven pieces.

My home is a hive,

Hidden within layers of paint.

Creativity reigns queen,

And we all sing.

Because my mother is a honey bee.

-M.E. InkOwl

Night Games

Ghosts in the night made us all run.

I tripped over a rolling can,

Falling into a space for only for Sardines.

The night was a game, limited only by time,

As we played between streets so dark.

Few light shown out to illuminate our path,

Giving us the perfect kind of cover.

When the time came to go,

The only light I gave heed to was the one by my back door.

-M.E. InkOwl

Three Days Left To Submit!

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You read correctly! Three days left to submit work for featuring on the Ink Owl. I’ll take submissions up until 11:59pm July 15, 2017. (But if you submit a couple hours late I can make an exception.)

Follow this link to learn more about it.

Email submissions to this address: michael.erickson512@gmail.com subject line: August Submission

I’ve had a tremendous outpouring of submissions and would love to see even more! Thanks to all who have already submitted and are planning to do so. Come have your writing featured along side everyone from published authors to beginning writers around the globe!

-M.E. InkOwl