"Be careful what you wish for," my mother cautioned in ominous tones as I continued to seethe inwardly at her tyrannical methods ( Read more... )

Be careful what you wish for...

I awaken abruptly. My heart is pounding and I know I’ve had a nightmare. The dream itself is vague and I can’t remember specific details. I look at the clock on the night stand. 2:13 in the morning. My husband softly inhales and exhales in his deep sleep.

Now I feel the urge to relieve my also awakened bladder. As I begin to get up, a thought ( Read more... )

The men in the forest they once asked of me,
How many black berries grew in the Blue Sea.
And I asked them right back with a tear in my eye.
How many dark ships in the forest?

/from the song Birmingham Sunday, sung by Joan Baez

This really has nothing to do with a highway. It is what was inspired by reading the prompt that garlicsalter posted earlier today ( Read more... )

I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky
I am not your blowing wind
I am the lightning
I am not your autumn moon
I am the night

/from lyrics to I Am the Highway by Audioslave

The young man paused in his writing, bent over his desk. He thoughtfully tapped the paper with his pen. Sighing he rose, "I am at a loss! A standstill, the words will not come!" His frustration is apparent to the old man passing the open door. The old man pauses, hesitates, then purposefully speaks, "There is one who would help, if you wish, ( Read more... )

Taken from the BPAL website:

LEANAN SIDHE
Most of the Gaelic poets, down to quite recent times, have had a Leanhaun Shee, for she gives inspiration to her slaves and is indeed the Gaelic muse -- this malignant fairy. Her lovers, the Gaelic poets, died young. She grew restless and carried them away to other worlds, for death does not destroy her ( Read more... )

Just below the sea's shimmering surface, he leaned out, squinting to see...

Her care-worn face was so expressive you could see the account of her life ( Read more... )