Published Poem: – Free Verse – “The Sweetness of Soggezione” (Awe) #poetry #amwriting #SpillWords

Here’s my latest poem published on SpillWords. I as honored to have this poem chosen as a feature poem on the site this week. The poem is called” The Sweetness of Soggezione.


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Music/Photo Challenge: Poem – Blitz – “Broken As Birds” #poetry #musicchallenge #photochallenge

Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the music Challenge, 4 week’s back, “Bird Set Free” by Sia. Also, thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Photo Challenge #201.

Credit: Kyle Thompson

“Bird Set Free” — Sia

Broken like a cage, a bird flutters, pages in the breeze

Harnessed voice caught, sputters,

Sputters as clipped wings sprout feathers

Sputters as a tattered soul struggles

Struggles through the pain

Struggles, not able to sanguinely sing

Sing the fire of a scream inside

Sing the song of a creature chained

Chained and rejected

Chained, but the need to soar resides

Resides within a silent piercing message

Resides within her brokenness surviving

Surviving and holding on tight, nails piercing skin

Surviving in the melodies, phrases key —

Key to life, the writer writing,

Key to life, the singer singing with iron will

Will to shout as a bird set free

Will of vocals as a crescendoing sound

Sound of a voice roaring, echoing and never ebbing

Sound of a voice struggling back to life

Life, a vivid dream alive and brilliant

Life a scream torn from our insides, sick pain rising

Rising and lifting wings in the wind

Rising no longer with ghosts hiding

Hiding the lies that eat through us inside

Hiding our sadness, those tears until —

Until our voices are shrill from relief

Until melodies release the tension

Tension of of being muted and broken

Tension of piercing wails lifted

Lifted high, nails scratching to be alive

Lifted high not wanting to die, caged door open

Open to life and exploring, songs that twist

Open to life, shouting loud, a bird set free to fly

Fly to the edges of the ancient map

Fly to the fire of the sun, wings without wax

Wax poetic of those times you felt trapped

Wax on the candle dripping as light fades

Fades to be reborn in celestial fire

Fades as dreams rediscovered in ditties

Ditties thrown as a bird set free

Ditties forever sung, a piercing yell released

Released all anger, released all pain

Released all bitterness, soaring as the falcon —

Falcon dipping, bending, screeching

Falcon, no master, no cage, no traps

Screeching because birds glide to their own tunes

Trap escaped — now a birds truly set free.

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Music Challenge/ Photo Challenge: Poem – Free Verse – “Way Down Below” #amwriting #poetry #musicchallenge #photochallenge

Music Challenge #18 by MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie is “Way Down We Go” by Kaleo and Im combining with Photo Challenge by NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie .

Credit: Charlotte Gonzalos

“Way Down We Go” by Kaleo

Way down we go,

Can’t lift us up oh, oh.

Way down below, beneath the blows,

We’ll hide our woes and find our souls.

But we may sink in mire as we expire,

As way down we go,

Trying to find life’s flow;

So, love me slow or love me not.

Don’t run me down, down with wild blows.

Way down we go,

‘Cause say we, way down we fall, oh, oh.

Way down together,

Far down below and I respire;

Our breath so close, that lips conspire.

To go down further, disperse our woes,

In life we try to avoid what hurts most.

Tell me, do we get what we deserve?

It’s better when I’ve got your back,

When your behind mine, and you hold me close.

Swaying back and forth,

In rhythm, and life,

‘Cause way down we fall,

Way down we go, oh, oh.

Here we go to the journey home,

Though down is such a far way to go —

We’re not afraid.

There’s nothing gloomy,

When your hand’s in mine,

Electric currents wired;

We hold are flow, the energy grows.

Are hearts on fire, we won’t let go;

No matter that, way down we go, oh, oh.

We won’t let our held hands go,

Your grip is tight and your eyes they glow.

Your lips they lift and your pulse beats mad,

Nothing this good could be called so bad.

It’s tough, sometimes when you explode,

When the down it holds,

When I let go and hide;

But new days keep dawning with azure Skies,

No matter that, way down we go —

We rise to conquer towards the surface,

Way down we go, heads held high,

And I promise you’re the one,

I’ll go to the ends of he works for —

So, way down we go, together into forever.

Digging ourselves out of holes,

Patching our broken souls.

Life’s not permanent so while I have you, we go, and go,

Way down so slow, oh, oh.

To grasp each moment, string it out–

To hold such love and not implode.

Way down we go —

No longer running each other down.

Resting in the hollows, the caves, and valleys,

Exploring the roots and tearing out the weeds.

Let’s say we, go way down, to the garden of glee,

And those happy places we render, and feel free —

When life is way down,

We never let go;

Despite falling down, we go, oh, oh.

Never afraid when we go together, rising through it.

Way down we go oh, oh.

But how wonderful it is to be struggling as one,

Down low, or dreaming of sumptuous flight,

Freedom more than we deserve.

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer/Music Challenge: An Ordinary Girl #amwriting #flashfiction #musicchallenge

Last week’s FFftAW is hosted by Priceless Joy. Also, this is not the recent music challenge but the previous one, Music Challenge #19, with the song “Ordinary World” by Green Day Featuring Miranda Lambert.

Credit: Fandago

Ordinary World” by Green Day Ft. Miranda Lambert

Gemma was furious, she strode to the back yard, grabbing her keys from her purse, sputtering off in her old Toyota. She heard her parents both yelling as she squealed away. She exited onto a highway, then into New York, the city of shining lights.

At sixteen she desired her own apartment downtown, near the train and whichever university fit her design passion. A place where her mom didn’t search through her stuff. She had collected a great deal of buried treasure for her future apartment. Gemma was extraordinarily intelligent and had the marks to attend any university, with a full scholarship, even at age sixteen.

The sunrise blinded her as she drove past the downtown core. At dawn, she got out at her favorite park with the tree with twisted roots. Here she had met Ethan. Together they existed in an Ordinary World of small dreams and endless moments. He supported her but convinced her time and again to return home only for another two years.

When she came home after her advanced high school classes, she was besieged by her mom and dad. She gazed apologetically at their worried faces, trying to find the right words. She knew they had big plans for her. They didn’t want her to be ordinary like them, but it was what she wanted most.

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#NovemberNotes Day 30/Three Line Tales: Nonfiction – Breaking the Shell #flashfiction #3LineTales #amwriting

For November Notes Day 30, the final prompt song is “Break the Shell” by India Arie. I’m combining with the #3LineTale prompt by Sonya of Only 100 Words.

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Break the Shell” by India Arie

Hard decisions are frustrating, such as spray painting a mural and wanting it to be perfect, then watching it painted over in white the next day; but we can’t let indecision and fear hold us back as shadows too make a person whole. We want to live a life without pain but that life doesn’t exist because life hurts no matter what and is meant to be felt; if we stay inside ourselves, then we’ll never accomplish our potential. I am certain that flying free means breaking out of our shells to thrive and take chances; and if we don’t decide to try we’ll remain trapped on the ground, always wondering, what if?

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#NovemberNotes Day 28/Saturday Mix: ‘Manon’ #fiction #saturdaymix #amwriting

For November Notes Day 28, the song Prompt is “Into the Night” by Beacon. I’m using the the same song title, but by Santana and Chad Krueger, different musicians.

Credit: Patrick Kool

“Into the Night” by Santana and Chad Krueger

The pub was overheated and dim but Sam’s blood felt alive with promise as he sipped his third Corona at the bar. A slim woman wearing red silk floated onto the dance floor and he was struck still. The dancer was gorgeous. A gift from the Heavens.

Sam’s dark eyes held the beautiful dancers blue-green ones and he instantly knew how she felt about him from the widening of her eyes, the simmering gaze held between them. Even as she positioned herself to dance, the woman glanced at him. Then, closing her eyes she whirled, her footwork effortless, and her dancing lively, a dervish to a fast-paced song.

When Sam wasn’t looking, she grabbed his hand insisting he dance with her, entrancing him as she brushed against him with each complicated step. It was three songs before he realized every soul in the room had been keeping time with them, clapping their hands. Sam wasn’t a talented dancer by any means, but the woman in his arms, made his stumbling appear sensuous.

Her long golden hair flew about them unbound as they spun around in circles, the moon gleaming down from windows near the dance floor. Sam spun the woman one last time, lifting her body against him, before the tenth song ended.

“What’s your name?”


“I’ve never meant a woman as beautiful as you dancing, Manon.”

“Thank you, but I think that’s an overused pick-up line on me, ” she laughed winking at him. “What’s your name?”

“My friends call me Sam.”

Manon smiled. “I’m glad to be your friend, Sam.”

They continued dancing at a slower pace, finally, noticing the couples and groups of friends on the dance floor beside them.

She snuggled her head into the crook of his neck. “It’s easy to lose track of time, dancing through the night, singing along with you to the music.”

Sam grinned, “I don’t sing much, but I know the words to the songs.”

Manon brushed her hair back from her smooth face perspiring. After a couple of more songs, she stopped dancing for a a few minutes. Sam left, retrieving some vodka-water limes for them both.

Manon took an indulgent sip and grinned. “You say you know the right words to these songs, but do you know the right words to ask me, next?”

She put down her empty drink and looped her arms around Sam’s neck. They swayed slowly, no room between their bodies but her silk dress and his button down.

Sam inhaled Manon’s jasmine perfume. “I know what I’d like to ask you, Manon. What I’d ask any beautiful woman in my arms, but you’re not just any beautiful woman.”

“You’re saying the right words so far.”

He laughed, “What I was thinking was that maybe I could take you for an early breakfast and we could talk. Then, I could drive you home and you could give me your phone number. After, we could go on date number two in a day or so.”

” I’d love that, Sam. I’m a little surprised you didn’t ask to take me home and stay.”

“Would you have said, yes?”

Manon blushed, ” I’ll never tell,” but Sam knew the truth.

“I want to get to know you, Manon, and this kind of knowing takes more than one night; it’s old-fashioned, I guess.”

Manon’s smile was radiant. “Old-fashioned is new for me. Few men have ever wanted to actually know me or have taken the time before we even, you know.”

Sam chuckled and kissed her knuckles. “Old-fashioned is new for me too and it was there loss, just so you know.

Manon slipped her arm through Sam’s and they strolled off the dance floor laughing about what they both craved for breakfast.

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November Notes Day 25 / Three Line Tales: “Freedom Lost” #amwriting #3LineTales #flashfiction #music

For November Notes Day 25 the song is “Tethered” by Sleeping at Last. I’m combining the prompt with a #3LineTales Prompt from Sonya ofOnly 100 Words.

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“Tethered” by Sleeping at Last

Remember when we were tethered together by the sea and we tied strings around our fingers, promising to love and live by the ocean forever, to never leave. But time has raced on, we’re still lovers but in this frozen city tying to be brave, to breath normally in a world — where loaded guns are forever a threat. We can untangle each other’s knots, warm each other when we’re shivering cold, but the threats are always present, beside us, in the streets, near the playgrounds; soldiers serving a dictator, bright red berets making me yearn for the ocean where we first enlaced our lives — I want that life for us again.

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#NovemberNotes Day 22/ Music Challenge: Poem – Italian Sonnet “Getting Away” #amwriting #poetry #musicchallenge

Today the song for November Notes Day 22 is “Letter Never Sent” by Young Summer. I’m combining the prompt with a second song prompt by Tegan and Sarah called “100X” from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie .

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“Letter Never Sent” by Young Summer

“100x” by Tegan and Sarah

I swear I tried to leave you one-hundred —

Times, but you don’t listen, ignored the dread.

I need out on my own, can’t live in red —

With fear and loss, with a one-day hope led;

Love was gone, we didn’t talk, hearts bled.

I pray someday you’ll see, I’m not the one —

You lost; the one who got away — we’re all done.

Silent you pack your bags, deep words unsaid.

A thousand times a day, I tried to say —

In a different way — but you kept writing,

Wrote a letter never sent promising then,

That I’d be back, but I didn’t return

I rehearsed my words to let you go, then —

You shrieked; the end I knew, would be a fight,

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#NovemberNotes Day 21/Sunday Photo Fiction: The End of the Affair #amwriting #flashfiction

Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF. I’m combining SPF with November Notes Prompt Day 21 “Great Escape” by Gavin James.

Credit: Alistair Forbes — A Mixed Bag

“Great Escape” by Gavin James

Giiselle shivered, slipping out of bed. It was 7:00 a.m. and Jimmy had been knocking on her front door for a half-an- hour. The knocking continued as she made a strong cup of Irish Breakfast tea. Stop! Just stop knocking, leave me alone!

The knocking ended and the long loud ringing of her doorbell commenced. Giselle swore, unlocking her front door and throwing the screen door open. “What the hell do you want? It’s 7:00 a.m. on a Saturday.”

Jimmy rolled his eyes. “You’re being rude. We need to talk about us, the way we were. Until we talk I can’t sleep, so why should I let you?”

Giselle grabbed her down coat and stepped outside. She zipped it up, burying her hands in her pockets. ” The good old days are gone, Jimmy. We’re not together. I don’t care if you can’t sleep.”

“Gigi, listen. What’s between us is more than attraction. I love you for real, always have.”

“We haven’t been together for a year. This isn’t some mistake we made that we can just laugh about someday. I was the other woman and you had a wife.”

Giselle polked Jimmy’s chest. “You decided to try to work things out with her; you chose Jasmine over me. Our affair was always a delicate game and now it’s over.”

Jimmy groaned, “You were my great escape at a dark time in my life. Jasmine divorced me months ago, I’m not married. We can start again.”

“We’ve been down this road before and I’m done. I forgive you but I can’t forget how much you hurt me.” He laid his hand on Giselle’s shoulder.

She turned gazing into his red-rimmed gray eyes. “You’re not the one for me, Jimmy. I was naive to think a married man like you ever was. It doesn’t matter that you’re divorced now.”

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#November Notes Day 20/ Sunday Photo Fiction: A Wreck of A Marriage #flashfiction #amwriting #music

For November Notes Day 20 the prompt song is “Wreck of the Day” by Ana Nalick. I’m combining the prompt with Sunday Photo Fiction (SPF). Hosted by Alastair Forbes on November 26, 2017.

Credit: A Mixed Bag – Alastair Forbes

“Wreck of the Day” by Ana Nalick

Tessa had been in a bad mood all day and wished she hadn’t agreed to go sailing with Thomas. He had no idea that she had walked in on him in her own bedroom, not once three years ago, but many times since then — including yesterday.

Tessa had loved Thomas since she was thirteen and had never realized he was a serial-cheater until five-years into their marriage. Then, she’d discovered she couldn’t have children. Signs of Thomas’ frequent mistresses became glaringly apparent thereafter. Jewelry she never received, expensive shoes that weren’t her size, and pieces of expensive and foreign left in their bed.

Each time Tessa had seen him and another women, she stopped loving Thomas a little more. She’d been desperately close to the coffin of hope too many times. Every time she had walked in on him, she got in her BMW and drove as fast as she could away from the wreck of the day. She’d disappear and Thomas never asked where she’d gone.

When they arrived home to the comfort of their home after sailing, Tessa slammed the bedroom door on Thomas’ face.

“Sleep in another room.”

“Tessa, what’s wrong, love?”

She ignored his pleading tone. “Pack your stuff up when I’m at work, you’re moving out. We’re also getting a divorce. You’ve been cheating on me for years and I’ve walked in on you and various women, one too many times.”

Thomas stomped away and Tessa fell into bed. It was finally quiet in her head and her heart felt at peace for the first time in eight years.

“Driving away from the wreck of the day

And the light’s always red in the rear-view

Desperately close to a coffin of hope

I’d cheat destiny just to be near you

If this is giving up, then I’m giving up

If this is giving up, then I’m giving up, giving up

On love, On love


Driving away from the wreck of the day

And I’m thinking ’bout calling on Jesus

‘Cause love doesn’t hurt so I know I’m not falling in love

I’m just falling to pieces


And if this is giving up then I’m giving up

If this is giving up then I’m giving up, giving up

On love, On love


And maybe I’m not up for being a victim of love

When all my resistance will never be distance enough


Driving away from the wreck of the day

And it’s finally quiet in my head

Driving alone, finally on my way home to the comfort of my bed

And if this is giving up, then I’m giving up

If this is giving up, then I’m giving up, giving up

On love, On love.”


— “Wreck of the Day”by Ana Nalick

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