Friday, May 25, 2012


Chutes & ladders of pulsing light
Wrapped in flannel white
Ethereal fragility felt
Impossibly delicate
Mechanics of design sublime & bone-china-fine
In this quantum pocket of night
Cradled & held in soft apricot light
Beyond the scope of this gather
Crawls a maleficent force
Intent on the rip and tear
Baring down with ropes of pearls & baskets of emptiness
And the sharp cut of destruction knocking
at once aware of the
magnetic awakening found in the paper-thin cooing of small things
To feel it all churning, grinding, riddled & intent
As a inky sleekness looms , spreads
To not understand or believe in evil, yet to taste that bitter root
Shielded for a brief spell,
A brief captured spell here in this Oz-curtained human truth
Stay, nestled in this winged sureness
And may this tangerine veil linger forever between

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Youth Tube at Plum Tree Books BLOG HOP

. . . just a nudge in the direction of The Plum Tree & it's awesome Youth-Tube Channel

… please check it out

along with the following writers, creators & tellers of tales !!!

previous sites - 

Thurs. 3rd - Marta Pelrine-Bacon

Sat. 5th janet Young Beasley

Sun. 6th - - Deb Hockenberry

Mon. 7th - - Niamh Clune

Tues. 8th - - Susie Bertie

Wed. 9th -

Thurs. 10th -

Fri. 11th -

Sat. 12th -

Sun. 13th -

Mon. 14th - - Lorhainne Eckhart (The Choice of Giving)

Tues. 15th - - Elizabeth Cottrell

Wed 16th -

Thurs: 17th: This Kid Reviews Books

Fri 18th -

Sat. 19th -

Sun. 20th -

Mon. 21st -

Tues. 22st -

Wed: 23rd May: Tom Harris

self as girl . . .

that girl in school who gets picked last
too tall
too skinny to be good or fast
at anything
listening to led zeppelin & csn&y
too much of a perfectionist to really know why
to swing the bat
to take a shot
discover a way to untie the indigo knot
deep inside
perfection had to be instant
too blond
too weird
so much fear
knowing i had landed on the wrong planet
cat stevens, heart & james taylor were my companions
all the while peering over the edge of souls canyon
playing at self & attraction
dressing up as a bunny in pink lace & a fuzzy-white earmuff bra
i served kings & polar bears, little joe & yogi bear
i heard the silent desperation of the lost & terrified
heart wrapped in glass & armor thorned
but it was there on my sleeve for all to see
(everyone assumes apathy)
(blue ice coolness)
but it is a feeling pounding & profound that trembles the earth
tapped into something bigger--brighter--grand
is there ever a master plan?
too much of everything
perfection the mask
the game
it's not about who gets picked at all
but who stands alone with 
a pink lace heart & a white earmuff bra