She Is Soul and Stories – A Collaboration

Tiny stories crawl beneath her skin. Sometimes they breathe love from her heart, dropping kisses from her soul and other times they drag sadness through her core and stay hidden behind her eyes. ¬© Michelle Schaper 2016 Until the memories find their way inside, exploding the tears through the blue, through the brown, puncturing the … Continue reading She Is Soul and Stories – A Collaboration

Pretty Poison – N.R. Shepherd

    I often ran my hand, down her back, from her neck, to the tip of her vertebrae. A smooth perfection, the way the light glistened off of her scales. I admired the way she used her tongue; sexy how it flickered, tasting the air. Constrictive, how she could disengage her jaws, and swallow … Continue reading Pretty Poison – N.R. Shepherd

Sin Twister & Amnesia – Nicole on OTV Magazine

I am thrilled to be featured on OTV Magazine again today with two poems. Have a peek at Sin Twister and Amnesia.    

Lilacs on Leaving

  I am thrilled to be on the gorgeous site, Sudden Denouement today with my new poem¬†Lilacs on Leaving. Have a read, and while you're there make sure to check out the amazing work of some incredible artists. Thank you, Jasper.

One of those days – Mariah Yates

I am so pleased to welcome a new face (from our Facebook page) to TLC today.     We all have our days The days we don't see coming Where everything that can go wrong Seems to go wrong Or maybe just one really shitty thing That makes the rest of the day crappy regardless … Continue reading One of those days – Mariah Yates

No – Michelle Schaper

  I often forget how damaged I am, bluffing my way through life with an over rehearsed self confidence to hide my vulnerabilities. But when I am reminded, all the tiny broken pieces of me stab the back of my eyes and my rebel heart raises its hackles like a frightened cat. Fragments of my … Continue reading No – Michelle Schaper

January – N.R. Shepherd

    I dug up a notebook, and blew off the ashes. With my hands in my pockets, and my chin tucked to my chest, I took a stroll through the pages of opiate abuse, and lusting a harlot. Walking this gravel lane of memories, no wonder I ended up dangling from an extension cord. … Continue reading January – N.R. Shepherd