I swear I hid you beside my bed After writing from my heart and the melody in my head. I put you away for a special day that day has come but you’re gone— some place . . . Perhaps I’ll find you a distant time from now perhaps I wasn't meant to keep you long Like a mandala you were a work of art impermanence is the sum of all parts. Love, Cleo Lost Letter, by Cleo Bell, is the first of many letters to come. #CleosLetters P.S. I love bubble gum!

Wrapping up our four-part journey through Cori Lark's Electric Ink: Writings of Cori Lark  ( Part II: Dreams and Undulations ), here's the final excerpt—a lively, elemental celebration of rain, wind, and shared adventure. Dated 12/99, it transforms a stormy day into pure magic: misty paths over green hills, lightning bolts, gusts that almost lift you off the ground, and the thrill of running through sheets of water. It's joyful, intimate, and alive with motion. 12/99 —Cori La

What draws me in is the musical layering: "Parnassian syncopation," "beat bedtime melodies," "zodiac music," "celestial spheres"—it turns personal longing into a symphony of the universe. The shift from feverish passion to gentle, eternal dreaming (with a quill and beat near willow trees) feels restorative, like surrendering to inspiration's flow.

This short, powerful prose-poem captures a moment of intense, merged awareness—where control, power, pleasure, and sensation blur into unity.

Welcome to another Poem of the Week here at Twilight Letters. Today, I'm sharing a thoughtful excerpt from Part II: Dreams and Undulations in Cori Lark's collection Electric Ink: Writings of Cori Lark.

“As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.” Proverbs 27:17 I agree with Eckhart Tolle in his book A New Earth: Awakening to...

(Poem of the Week) Dear God, Dear Goddess, Blessed Be. I seek you attention— Please, hear me. May I remember my lessons— Allow me to see— So I am not haunted by the memories. By opposite energies together working Existence becomes— Creates you, creates me. All can turn cloudy Among the extremes— Grayness can cover, Hiding you, Blinding me. Then from the east Comes a warm spring breeze The moon shines a path near flowers and trees— The heart of the sky peaks into the bay— wave

The story unfolds during the War Between the States (often called the Civil War or War for Southern Independence), blending perspectives from both North and South through richly developed characters. At the center is young Hattie Lester—a quick-tongued, forward girl who relocates with her mother and their beloved pet pig, Amelia, from Silverglass Plantation to a friend's home in Savannah.

It’s such a delight to choose (or admire) cover art for stories and novels. Some authors design their own, while others collaborate with photographers or professionals for that perfect visual hook. One that stands out to me as especially lovely is on Celia Blake's short story Exposed. She received kind permission to use this stunning underwater photograph of an octopus by Enrico Somogyi.

New Passages my warmth of living from within— grew like the sun— a supernova spreading through my soul shocking my heart scorching my...

I celebrate poets' artistry, inspire you to embrace words in your life, and share how poetry can heal, uplift, and transform. I truly believe it can change lives—and I hope to ignite that spark in you. Magic is alive and true. It can be sensed in many ways. Through poetry, it whispers wonders and weaves into our lives like a blooming tapestry, awakening to a new day. This week's poem comes from the talented Cori Lark, whose work resonates deeply with themes of nature and sp

I lean toward female authors in my collection, but great storytelling transcends that. I plan to share full reviews of both new releases and older gems to keep wonderful books alive. Right now, I’m thrilled to feature three talented writers whose work resonates deeply: Cori Lark, Celia Blake & Cleo Bell. Check them out—I hope you fall in love with their words too! What about you? What’s a book or author you reread over and over?