My hands are not pure. You saw my confession true, Never to return. -M.E. InkOwl
The sky grew darker still, a spring storm rising in the West. But I stood stalk still, listening to the giant twisting hedge. Broad leaves have sprouted from sticks of Winter, their wick a vibrant green. But I knew further beauty lay buried deep within. “Michael, come on it’s time to go!” Called mother from … More Waiting for Lilacs
Please don’t, I’ve been out too late. You’re wrong, I can and will eat that cake. You said you were sorry, and wouldn’t do it again. You lied to me, lied to her, we both lied right then. What do we do, they’re stuck in pretty tight. I know, I know, I won’t, … More Don’t Tell Mom
Crush the rock and wet the stone. Fill the bowl with crimson. Light the twigs and breath the smoke, The day is fast now ending. Place the skull and draw the lines, Bring forth the words serrated.
It’s a beautiful day to get your blog tagged! I was nominated by the Honey Lemon Blog to participate in the Friends for Days Tag created by the Pink For Days Blog. I am delighted to be nominated and am excited to nominate seven other bloggers for this tagging award. Go check out the Honey Lemon Blog! It’s … More Friends For Days Tag Award
Well big surprise, I’ve fallen off the face of the earth by the end of the month, and now a new one is here. I’ve been wrapped up in submitting a project to a Scholastic Books competition and haven’t had much time to do anything else. And now that that’s all done, I’m going to … More April on The Ink Owl
March is almost upon us! I’m always reminded of an activity in Kindergarten I did when I was a kid. We would decorate a paper plate in the shape and color of a lion or a lamb. Whichever we though the month’s weather would be like on the first day. Then we cut another plate … More March on the Ink Owl
This is the last part of a series of five, click here to read previous post. Or click here to start from the beginning. Remember. Thoughts whispered in my mind. Time is of the essence, and there isn’t much of it left. Gravel crunched underfoot as daylight waned. All around us the sounds of … More Love in a Mist (Part 5)
I waited, deliberating over the explosion of flowers that lay before me. Overwhelmed isn’t a strong enough word to begin to describe the situation. Hmmmmm. I thought, looking from plant to plant to plant. Reds, pinks, purples, yellows, every color shouted, “Pick me! I’m the one!” But they weren’t. Not a single one. “Errrrrrmmmmm . … More A Flower For My Love
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