Creating stories one word at a time
Billie McCorkle tell mehow you experiencea winter’s daywhen snow melts on our tonguesand glide as we mayalong the glass sidewalk. when life feels eternaland buds bloomfrom nature’s womb.tell mehow you experiencevernal equinox tell mehow you experienceheat lightingDuring midsummer’s brighteningdisplay. The nightlight lastsforever. Aged by seasonspast. carrot orangeburnt siennagold.tell mehow you experiencefalling leaves When the sun pokes funand … Read more
The breeze gained speed,tossing grass seedsand birds’ babiesbegged with wide mouths. In soil so rich that fed the blooms,trees grew too tall and broke the sky.Water deep and blue reflectedjagged mountains towered above The sun projected rays of gold and redbetween the silver clouds and meadows greenand small dilapidated barns withstoodthe mighty autumn wind without … Read more
Excerpt from Creaky Bones Bruised Skies the sun warms the emerald grass each blade encrusted by fuzzy white frost melting, tiny drops of dew fall to the frozen ground the baby blue sky filled with wispy clouds overhead, I shield my eyes from the sun rays bundled up in sheep’s wool, protection from the chill … Read more