Poetry: “Beads of red”


Beads of red


Red drops beading,

Welling up.

Crimson lines against the white.


Streaks that burn,

Very bright.

Painting patterns as they run.


Drip, drip, dripping,

Spilling down.

Until caught and soaked right up.


Mind is emptied,

Focus shifts.

Calming breaths that last a while.


Short story: “Animal Healing”

I visited the zoo today and return home with a head full of wonderful experiences and memories. For now, I offer up this suitable story that I wrote a while back.

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