Ring of Fire

Just the words “Ring of Fire” elicit so many pictures in my head.  I see a circus act, where acrobats whirl and spin between a fiery hoop.  My mind conjures up Dumbledore as he magics a ring of fire to protect him and Harry from the zombies in the black lake. I can see a ring of covered wagons being attacked by a band of Apaches, fire spreading from one wagon to the next.  My mind pictures Celtic druids standing within a circle of peat fires, chanting.

There is another image that comes to my mind.  A circle of writers who are on fire in their talents, circling around each other to support and kindle the flame to new warmth.

I am pleased to be part of a writing community that encourages me, educates me, listens to my rants about publishers and throws bananas to me when I need a smile.

At times their comments burn. I recognize something in my writing that needs improvement and it stings a bit, but then I learn and improve and the fire for writing spreads.

I honestly don’t know how we have any foliage left in our Blue Monkey Jungle.  These guys are ON FIYAH!

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The Shattered Kingdom

The Shattered Kingdom

By LaDonna Cole

Why are you still there?

Why have you returned from murky histories and tainted memories to stalk my dreams, a spectral waif coming as you please with kisses and caresses that cut like knives.

What twisted core draws you still when I know there is only a moth eaten tatter besmirched and forlorn left to wave for the kingdom we once shared.

Why do I still care?

Why do you walk out of my denial into the realm of delusional grasping, spilling your lies like seedlings into the fertile soil of soul and oh, what horrors grow there.

What mutated emotion springs up as weed to choke the tender cultivation ruining years of toil and tear to drag me into a grave of sorrow as rooted bitterness closes over to entrap me.

Why do I still lie here?

Where gnarled fingers intertwine and wrap me in hopeless reverie, under the weight of so much dung and dirt, pressing me to silent screams of suffocated entombment.

Why do you return after years of vacant throne to remind me of your power and press me to allegiance when I know you have abdicated the land of the living and roam only in the kingdom of shattered dreams.

Web Sites, Blogs, and where did I tuck my novel?

I have recently joined a Blue Monkey Writers blog check us out, we’re “another great WordPress site!”  Anyway, they have pushed and challenged me in so many ways, none so much as the last two days.  Since we are trying  to develop a platform, they are encouraging us to post our websites and blog with our name.  YIKES!  I am the blog monster!  Blog sites usually send me into cursing and screaming fits. (Okay, maybe not cursing, but I have been known to huff and puff over them.)  It will be a miracle if this blog gets posted.  So I whipped out a new face for my website. www.heartworkvillage.com and now I am trying to clean up my blogs…again, YIKES!  What a mess!  So, running off now to fix and preen and maybe one day I will get back to that novel…sigh…

A recent text c…

A recent text conversation with a bluezy type friend went something like this:

Me: I have your shirt.

Her: I will have the ransom with in the hour. Please don’t hurt it!

Her:  Please, please!

Me: Corner of Fifth and Main.  Come alone. No cops.

Her: Ok, ok!

I just wanted to tell her I bought the band shirt she asked me to get.  She took it to a whole new level of intrigue and fun.  Oh, how I love my spontaneous-crazy-off-the-cuff-not-quite-right-humorous-friends.  Life would be so boring without them. What crazy conversations have you had with your friends lately?

A recent text c…

A recent text conversation with a bluezy type friend went something like this:

Me: I have your shirt.

Her: I will have the randsom with in the hour. Please don’t hurt it!

Her:  Please, please!

Me: Corner of Fifth and Main.  Come alone. No cops.

Her: Ok, ok!

 

I just wanted to tell her I bought the band shirt she asked me to get.  She took it to a whole new level of intrigue and fun.  Oh, how I love my spontaneous-crazy-off-the-cuff-not-quite-right-humorous-friends.  Life would be so boring without them. What crazy conversations have you had with your friends lately? 

Immortal Portals

From The Torn, Immortal Song.

Hold me close, fly with me

Across immortal portals free.

Fall into the lover’s sea.

With lips so full of worship.

I will hold you for all time.

Come and press your heart to mine.

With my promise on your breast

I live in your nearness.

Hold me fast, come let’s go

Where fireflies bask in afterglow.

My kiss enfolds the tender soul

In bliss so full of worship.