I'm happy to say that I haven't been blogging as much frequently because I've actually been writing. That's always a positive thing. Right after finishing the draft on my short story Sunday, I actually started another short story. I've also been writing a lot of poetry, some of which I share here with you.
In the lion's jaws this lamb lies still bent neck, bleeding all fear receding as he lopes off away from the pride finding some dark secluded place to hide where he can lap at her wounds until saliva mends the skin and she is whole again.
Waves rush in against the cliffs: that is the crushing breathlessness of you. Three gulls circle overhead, little spies that carry pieces of me away in their cries. I am nothing but the spray of rain on stone, an essence of color, refracted light. Breathe in all the mist that is left of me, and carry me back out with you to sea.
Jennifer Melzer spent the majority of her life as a writer denying she actually liked to write romance, only to wake up one morning and discover that every single tale she'd ever written had somehow revolved around the heart. She has since given into the whim, spinning yarns of love and firmly believing that everyone deserves a happy ending.
She lives in Northeast Pennsylvania with her husband and daughter, but dreams nightly she is laying on the beach watching the stars fall over the Atlantic Ocean.