Music Mondays

Music Mondays features a new song each week. Listen to the music, with or without watching the video, draw inspiration from the featured image, and write a letter, poem, short story, or essay with your thoughts. Post your original work to your personal blog (not in the comments section as previously suggested). Be sure to…

Dear God, if there is one

Prompt: Music Monday on the Literati Mafia; the song Sea Dragon¬†along with the featured image Dear God, if there is one, I am in church now, thinking. Sitting in the same pew I sit at everyday of my life, watching the predictable procession of Easter and Christmas services, funerals and weddings: the same old cycle…

For the First Time

There she was, bathed in shadows Her fingers trailing Along the keys Each note so sweet, coated in honey She was enticing to the core. And for the first time ever I prayed with all my heart. I prayed for the music to never cease And for this euphoria to last forever. ¬© Ashes (2018)…

Caught in the Billow of Fabric Wings

It was during the bustle of Christmas performances at the church I grew up in. Winter chills clamored onto large, wooden doors to the sanctuary lobby. Guests were piling in sluggishly from the weather. The performers hid themselves behind the curtains and back rooms. Older members adorned in black outfits, actors and actresses getting primped…

escape

i knock the last of my iced coffee back like it’s a whiskey shot grimace at the bitter taste of the brew diluted with coconut almond milk i got a lot to get done today and so i toss a chaser of water down my gullet not even bothering to swish my teeth this is…

Old Soul

As the days fly by I refer to a cynical state of mind. I never wanted to be this teen that has been placed inside of me for my soul is far too old and diminished to be surrounded by such games that pan out constantly. My soul is beautiful, and gorgeous, and magnificent But…

Ray LaMontagne

Hope to mend from festered wounds, fill empty voids with love and light, a choice to feel the weight of worlds, aware of humanity’s frightful plight, he won’t be bent like a paper back, he sings in echoes, raw and right, yet when he speaks, he’s shy, succint, his voice at best through chords he…