Painted Ladies

Glamorous it seems
from the eyes of a young child
taught to cover up


their natural-born beauty


Sashay Shante, Queens
Sis’ of Perpetual Sin
spreading awareness

2012 AIDS Fundraiser


Last week, I stumbled upon the below  site hosting weekly Haiku prompts, and thought fun. This week, I decided to give it a go by using the words as the title with 3 different views in the form of Haiku.

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #161 Painted&Lady


Southern Hades of California

When I stepped outside
I felt the breath of Hades
Tempting me to hide

Run, run, run away
From the U.V. burning rays
Of the mid-day blaze

To or from unknown
Slipped there and through the backdraft
Of love, hell and back

A Dragon Without Tales


I fell off the wagon
Found a Magic Dragon
No, I’m not bragging
It’s left me staggering
From here to there,
Yet I go nowhere
Words taunt and dare
Does anyone care?
When all else fails,
Scratch the scales
Pull hard on its tail
For a murderous wail
Where’s the glory
Tell me a new story
This one bores me
It sounds so corny


Mustn’t Run Away


Grinding his molars as he cleans the blade
Looks into the mirror with rage on his face
It was a good day till she tried to get away
Unable to run or walk, now she’ll have to stay

Watches her face distort as she lies and dreams
Remembering how the whiskey made her scream
Doused on bottoms of sliced feet, and then cleaned
Mesmerized by the blood seeping at the seams

The pungent smell of sulfur and smokes help him to relax
As he throws a few more burning amber shots back
Reclining in his lazy-boy chair he begins to laugh
Reliving the entire scene, amused by her helpless attack

-Jack really wishes I’d let him out more to play…he hates being stowed away.

Want more of Jack?


Annual Writers’ Retreat 8/1/15

Ideal for the locals in the Inland Empire (IE) or Los Angeles (LA) and surrounding areas. This looks like a fun writers retreat tucked away in the seculded hills of serenity.

Annual Writers’ Retreat.


Elizabeth’s Adventures (pt.1)


There once was a girl who wandered deep into the forest and discovered a clearing covered with black scorched rocks that glistened under the harsh sun like brilliant onyx gems. Beyond the jagged rocks she spotted what appeared to be the mouth of cave. Curious, the girl slung her sack full of books and snacks over her back, and carefully treaded across the sharp rocks to take a closer look. As she peered into the darkness she saw a faint light at the rear of the cave. Cupping her hands around her mouth she called out in to the darkness, “Hello, is there anyone there?” Her small voice echoed back ricocheting off the walls, so she ventured to take a few steps forward and breached the cave’s entrance and confronted with blinding white heat across her face accompanied with a roar, “Who dares to enter my lair!” Stumbling backward she swallowed the hard lump of fear lodge in her throat and said, “Elizabeth, I don’t mean you any harm.” The harmonious sound of her voice dumfounded the dragon and gave the dragon and dissolved his killer instincts. The dragon asked, “What do you want here?” to which her response was immediate, “Friendship, that is all.” The dragon sat in silence and did not know what to make of this unusual and bold girl. He avoided humans and didn’t trust their vile ways, but something was telling him that this girl was different. Intrigued, he called upon his magic to change forms and presented himself as young man to inspect this brave human creature. Only, his magic hadn’t been used in centuries and he failed to veil all of his features. “What is your name?” Darmith asked as he stepped into view. The girl was rendered speechless for the first time in her life by what stepped out, she had never seen or read anything like what stood before her.dragon




Beware of the night
Something lurks, stalks and watches
Can you hear its breaths

Best hurry and get inside
Try to find a place to hide