Writer's Corner

The lady with the words also has a lot of sentiments.
She reaches into her pockets and pulls out many pennies.
Each one lucky!
Each one picked off the street!
Collected for a good wish.
As if an angel had put them there,
to remind her that something good and something nice
must be done for someone today!
Love permeates thoughts,
"Visit an elderly person, sing her a song!"
"Celebrate someone's birthday!"
"Wish each other well for the upcoming New Year."
Most of all, share the love!

"The Casting Down of Turquoise"

If it’s to the Land of Roses you’d aspire,
Know that all roads lead across a bridge of fire!

They told me it would be like Stillbirth to the expectant queen
To discard the fruit of well-established pride:
How could I, proud trader in precious stones and gems—
Opals and amethysts for in-lays, and rubies red as grapes,

(A brief sample of the story)

Immortal tempest,
Flying raven tail comet,
Bardo dreams clay soil.
 
She ignored the sensation of queasiness twisting her stomach and reached for the red phone, now on its sixth ring.  “Compochia here, may I help you?” Her voice was crisp and without a hint of the apprehension she felt as the office walls swayed in rhythmic response to the ground tremor now in progress.