Sunday, April 14, 2019

Someday--Dark Space Series--Hope & Survivors--Where You'll Find Me, When I'm Not On My Blog

The Darkness
That envelopes the 
sacred space,
This is where
I will be.

The Time
That disappears from
The minds
Of those who
Don't understand,
That is who I will
Be.

The Emptiness
You think exists
Here,
Is all I
Am now.

But I
Am what I
Am,
A thing not
Of yesterday or
Today,
Or of 
Tomorrow.

Not yet.

But I
Will
Be.

Someday.


Monday, February 18, 2019

FYI--IF YOU READ MY BLOG THU A ANOTHER SITE--IT'S **NOT** WITH MY APPROVAL OR PARTICIPATION

I've been off of my Blog, for several months. Only checking in occasionally, to see how it's still being received around the world. 

I see on my Blog's "Stats", the "Referring" links or websites, etc, lead to someone I don't know, haven't contacted, or know anything about.

The "Locations" my Blog's being read in, is all over the world as normal, yet places not normally read regularly before, that I remember anyway.

And the "Posts" being read, indicates "0".

So, it seems something isn't right, & it's not my doing. So--I am not connected to other sites, not promoting them, or supporting them in any way. 

Hope to see real readers on here soon, have a great day everyone.

Thursday, April 5, 2018

Anyone But You--Dragons Series--Black Series

The desperate call,
the deep 
unending cascade
of solitude.
This is what 
I remember
most.

Talons,
that rip
deep into
my skin, 
the cry
of 
pain,
the cry
for 
more.

Wings above me,
soaring,
screaming
through the 
limitless 
air,
this is how
I seek 
him
now,
when I want
more. 

Test me,
tease 
me, 
tell me 
I can be 
whole,
that I can 
be without you,
still feel
like 
I'm even 
alive.

I bet 
you can't,
I pray 
you won't,
to simply prove
to me,
I no longer
exist
without
you. 

So,
take me,
to that place
you promised me,
we would
always
be,
deep
&
far away,
from anyone,
but
you.

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

No Place But You--Az Rains Series

Rain drops
come off of his skin,
a shower of
peace,
in 
my
perfectly chaotic
world.

Those crystals you left me,
I hold 
them 
still. 

Hold me close
to you,
&
I can 
feel the 
scent
of 
beauty 
&
craven
tranquility
I
no longer
desire.

For 
the peace
I seek,
is 
no place
but 
you.

Sunday, March 4, 2018

Until I See You Again--A "By Josephine McRose" Short Story/Series--Az Rains Series

The storms calm. The puddles flood the dirt streets below. I watch a tiny river, flowing through the dirt I secretly spread between my toes, whenever I can. 

Even as I say this to myself, I know nothing I do, gets past his sight. That stare, that makes me feel him from far away. So that I know when he's near, or simply thinking of me. That's how I know, that he knows. 

Since that first day, watching him lean against the door way of his saloon. That's how long I've known he watches me too. 

But, it's funny, isn't it. That expression, 'watching'. You'd think that, to just say 'saw', or 'briefly noticed', would be enough. But it's not. Not with him. 

See, the way I see him, the way I know he's near. It's like I can already see him, in from of me. Taste his smell on the air. Feel his hands on my skin. 

But, some days, I don't even see him at all. Well, that's not entirely true, is it. What I mean to say is, I see him, only from a distance, a moment, that for me, lasts a lifetime. 

I can't say we've spoken often. That, I know his life story, or his family. Or maybe, anything else, most people would say, makes a difference. In who someone should be to you. That should be, what makes me love him.

But that's ok, you know. Because, I've loved him all my life. Lifetimes. With him, in my mind. 

To finally find him. And in that place. I can only shake my head, as I write this to you. And laugh to my myself. Because it's just who I am, what I would do. Come out into the middle of nowhere. And find someone I've run to, & run away from, my entire life. 

Isn't that just the way.

But don't get me wrong, now. It's beautiful, in it's own way. The poetry of it all. The irony, elegant simplicity. Of dropping out, & turning on, so to speak. And here I am, dragging my little family out here(although we both know, I didn't have to suggest it twice, & their bags were packed, our stuff sold, pets in their carriers in the back seat, before I could finish my brilliant pitch, for running away, like kids to a traveling circus). Only find the thing, that's eluded me, & terrified me, since I can remember, remembering anything. Peace. 

So, that's where we are, isn't it? In our little story. I guess I'll leave it at there, for now. But don't worry, I'll write to you again, soon. 

Until then, remember me. Think of our little family, the place we've come to. The world we've discovered here. And know we're happy. Finally, we can stop running. And just.....be. 

Until I see you again,
Stacy, Debbie, & Sara(& the Pets, of course)

Saturday, December 16, 2017

My Paradise-AZ Rains Series

The fountains draining
Into the ocean 
At my feet.
A gentle explosion
Of memories

Thoughts of
You.

Storms never hold
You 
Back from
Me.
Instead,
Only send you
To me,
A nagging blessing.
My curse,
My 
Love.

The symphony in
My mind,
That canvas the
Thoughts I keep
From 
You.
Nothing privet,
Not when you
Live so deeply
In my
Mind.

The sea of
Need, 
Endless,
Dark underneath.
Translucent
As my confusion
Without you
Here.

Your fingers in
My hair,
Your taste on
My lips,
The churning
Beats a rhythm
In my soul.

Translate your voice,
Compare it to
Something I can
Understand.
Not this
Desperation
I hear
In my own 
Mind.

Can you understand,
Can you see
What you've made
Of me. 
A heart beat,
On the scale
Of harmony in
This place.

A charge in
The air around
Us,
Our own weather,
Moons,

Stars.
A world 
Where only you
&
I exist.

In my
Mind.
My 
Paradise.


Thursday, October 12, 2017

Mine--Part 1--AZ Rains Series

The hold He has on me. The platform He preaches His ministry to my Soul. The measure of Time.

These were given to me in doses, in carefully rationed tornadoes of thoughts, tastes, & sounds. Staying with me, dripping into my skin, like a controlled substance, dangled over me, I reach for more.

His smell at night, as He changes from who I see, & what he wants me to be. Does He care? That I rest here, never knowing what, & who He'll be tonight. Does He know my smell, my scent, as I descend from this place, to where I really want to be.

The breezes in my mind, they create a vortex, a whirlwind, measured on the scale of grief & pain, joys & victories. Where the newest dose of me, is slowly transfused into my veins, the life that was Him, is now mine.

(Trying a "new" format. Traditional, story telling paragraphs, rather than the poetry style shaping on the page, I usually use here.)