I am lost floating, surrounded by a cold white mist. blind and searching for my missing soul. searching for the one who has stolen it. were you the one who stopped, fleetingly? were you the one who tenderly kissed my lips when once they were red with love, then left me lost in the pale moonlight? or was it me? have I let this translucent magic slip away in my shadowed desperation to have one second more? to feel one second more? what I cannot find, cannot hold, cannot see to set me free to feel again. where have I gone? did I ever exist? will I ever be again? or am I merely a soulless pale wanderer floating through this endless mist lost on a soundless, colorless journey to nowhere? forever lonely. forever lost. forever here to stay.

a search within — who am I? I ask myself, searching for clues have we met? staring in the mirror, no one looks back. forgettable, I must be. wonder if anyone knows me? feeling fear lacing through me, my terror uncovers there is no one here. If I were lost in a crowd, would I be found? am I…

a year of COVID lockdowns no one talks about — the beginning… it was an ordinary day, march 13th, 2020. i’m in new york city. without warning, we learn it was the epicenter of the coronavirus. novel. lethal. dangerously transmittable. but secretly, the first case had been identified two months earlier. in january. no one told us we were in the midst of a pandemic. what i…

i’ve really, really updated this! — in december i wrote geez, favorite writers. so, so sorry! wow, was I wrong back then. I didn’t know how bad i was. i never thought i would not be okay and well for another three months. that’s the way my body behaved. by march, finally, I was fine. then…

a free association on the insurrection — there’s a scream deep inside me it’s silent sitting somewhere deep since the evening of january sixth, the year twenty twenty one an insurrection, a rebellion, a piercing riot, razor-sharp, tearing through me like a knife I cannot erase the images from my mind… of terrorists desecrating the center of our…

I’ve been unforgivingly remiss… — I know I haven’t been reading your work nor clapping and replying as I usually do. I do apologize. I’ve been dealing with some crazy medical issues that are, right now, very painful. It’s been pulling me apart in ways making it difficult to concentrate… brings about brain fog, snark…

we live a good life up here on our wires. we’re a small community with warmth and friendship. we pride ourselves on our versatility. my name is Chip and I try to lead by example in all things good. I’m the one all the way over on the far right……

his arm encircled her waist, slowly turning her to face him as Ravel’s Bolero began to play. they stood gazing at each other as they swayed together rhythmically, their moist bodies fitting perfectly as one, skin to skin, luminous in the soft glow of candles casting sensual shadows on bare…

thanks to Harper Thorpe, Dennett, and Selma for tagging me, I’m writing this… probably against my better judgement I’m not sure how this “10 things” got started. I’ve read several very interesting ones but I’m afraid I’m not all that interesting. So it’s taken me forever to put my words to paper. I’ve made procrastination into a fine art. ONE: I was once a child. I was born…