I found it! The snippet I told you about in the Nairobi Meyers sketch. Here ya go! She stood in the doorway. Her right hand was holding a weapon, her left was on the door frame. Her eyes flamed. Just by the way she stood, you could tell of her anger. Her vertical pupils pulsed…
Back in 2003, I wrote this little snippet. “Have you ever just looked at the sky and contemplated it’s blueness? I have many times, in fact. I just lie there on the grass, feeling the coolness against my back and look at the sky. You know, sometimes I dream that I’m a bird and can…
Another in the series of love poems I wrote in 1988. My love, like the wind, flows through all. My love, like the ocean, encompasses a large expance. My love, like the sun, warms me through and through. My love, like sand, is infinite, or seemingly so. My love, my lover, my everything … where…
My mother and I went to the Getty Museum in Los Angeles in 1995. This scene was taken from a glimpse of a group of people there. “This painting is amazing,” she said, looking closely at the arms of a woman lounging across the canvas. “The flesh tones are so realistic.” “I think her diapers…
This poem was written in February 1988 during a time when I was writing a lot of love poetry. My Love is as sweet as the nectar of the honeysuckle the laughing call of gulls the soft breath of a babe He is as pleasant as the sun upon my back the wind in my…
Here’s the beginning of a speech I wrote to give as one of my Toastmaster’s projects. It’s loosely based on what you might way at an AA meeting. Hello. My name is Carma and . . . I’m a . . . writer. Phew! I said it. It’s taken me so long to admit my…
This poem was written Feb. 16, 1991. I suddenly had an image of a light purple rose lying on a pillow and created this. One Violet Rose laid upon my pillow as I came waltzing in on a string of a thought a wish My love, Thank you for your kisses Thank you for your…
This poem was written March 14, 1997. It was a reaction to breaking up with my first lover because although I had fallen in love with him, he hadn’t responded in kind. No hard feelings … I just couldn’t stay in an empty relationship. How long does a broken heart take to mend? As long…
This poem was written Feb. 20, 1991. You are most beautiful And my love for you is strong As strong as the stone from which you are made Voluptuous and cold Smooth and hard Your marble curves carefully lovingly made from the images of a dream In the image of The Goddess I made you…
Here is another sample chapter draft from Lord Vayne. The crunch of autumn leaves sent the squirrels scurrying for the trees. Maria enjoyed this time of year for its rich colours and sounds, if not for its temperature. No longer a young woman, the cold hurt her joints. But even this pain would not keep…