Oona St. Clair — The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. A vast landscape of desert sand rippled like waves on the rocky landscape as stars began to twinkle in the lavender sky. Two moons shone bright in the darkening…

a realization of sorts — Dear Inner Critic, I know who you are. I see you. I hear you, your voice flows like a mantra in my head. You whisper to me lies as a form of protection. You fuel self-doubt and fear like little wildfires. …

is a woman — She is a woman with all her flaws and all her beauty She walks the earth with demons behind her and angels ahead She’s resilient because it’s in her DNA because she’s had no other choice She is a woman creator of lives with a warrior’s heart She is a…

a remembrance — songs of time distill distant dreams as your image fades into tepid colors that were once vibrant there is a bruise on my heart that I can still feel from time to time when thoughts of you invade they say time heals but I wonder, is that true or we do we become complacent…

The Fate of Dragons — She flew upon whispers of deceit, born in her own court, grasping at keeping the clans from imploding. Her mother was right, this was a thankless existence, having the crown of leadership in a nest of vipers. She felt as if she was drowning under the unrealistic expectations of ensuring…

KTHT Celestial Poetry Prompt — a silent scream of ecstasy orbiting in its splendor watching with starry eyes blinking in reverent observation in love with its moons too many to count reflecting in rings of fiery passion and six degrees of separation from Mother Gaia spinning in her glory enchanted in greens and blues browns and whites…

Allows my soul to breathe — The Ocean, she allows my soul to breathe. The sand under the woven blanket molds to the dips and curves of my body, warming me from the bottom. I feel the earth’s energy thrum against my palms, feeling like the resistance a magnet gives, vibrating like an invisible motor. She…

A Tale of Two Fractured Souls — You fed my insecure, damaged soul with the dysfunction of your love. Craving turned into addiction, for that twisted validation of my tattered self-worth. Two magnets, pushing, pulling, pushing, pulling, each time more explosive than the last. Reveling in my feminine power, I took your weakness as my gratification, pulling it in…

The Relationship With Writing — Why do I write? What is my relationship with my writing? When I was younger, writing was a way to express myself. To get out all the pent-up emotions and frustrations boiling inside me. But it was also something very private. It was only for me — the deep, deep…