This is the type of day that, if it wasn’t hotter than 40 hells outside, I would venture out into the world in search of spooky places to photograph. However, your beloved Twisted Libra doesn’t fair well in boiling heat; since I apparently reside in Satan’s ass crack, I must feed the creative beast from indoors! Poetry it is, then!
(Ahem…)
I fall back into the dark recesses of my mind,
Where I glide down stone hallways bathed in moonlight,
Billowy long curtains cutting through the ebony at the behest of the gentle night breeze.
I am but a specter; floating through the hush of midnight,
Until the soft hum of the witching hour.
Like a mist, I disappear around the corner,
And dissolve into the shadows.
©2022 by The Twisted Libra
There, now I feel better! The creative juices are flowing yet again. Aside from writing today, I am also reviewing my author proof for book 2. While it looks great as is, I feel it could use some punching up. A little more “oomph” if you will. So that will be my task for the coming week. I expect to have this done by next weekend, and if all goes well, possibly launch during the first week of August! Stay tuned!
Well, that is all I have for now. I am going to get back to writing some poetry while the muse is still dancing through my mind. Stay cool out there, unless you live in a winter climate, then go fuck yourself enjoy the fact that you are not currently sweltering like the rest of us. Until next time…
Dancing Among the Remains 