Advice from a Silver Starfish

This is thee elation station proclamation of joy! Play! Stay! Don’t go anyhere or anywhere there are doubt clouds, shrouds of confusion, delusion, or in-conclusion Stay! Play! And dance the damn doubt clouds away! Bernadette Ignacio © 2012 ~~~Connect with me on Facebook, Twitter, and LinkedIn!~~~

The People’s Poetry Become One

The People’s Poetry Become One

Last night I asked fellow artists and creators to have fun and play on words with me at the Become One Art Show Party. Literally. This is the People’s poetry…     I kiss butterflies We walk permanent over stars Fate whispers of adventure and love         A most important thank you … Continue reading


My heart explodes with loads of thanks. I give gratitude to those who show love. Through words is the only way I know of… For you I’ll write it all down, make personal history with you as my heroes and heroines. You are my withinspirations. So please, continue the journey with me. Because our destinations are all … Continue reading

Key Beat

Time to flow on the keys with ease. Not thinking, just linking that letter and this, to the hard fast beat of soul music. Tribal sounds underground, in through the heart to the head and into the sky. Fly with the way, the pulse makes you react, it is fact, that souuuuuuuund, is God. Odd, … Continue reading

What Ray Bradbury Said

Last night I read what Ray Bradbury said, That one needs speed to feed the appetite of a hungry writing spirit. “In hesitation is thought” he said, His words now ringing through my head . But even more rapidly through my keys, So far I can say that I’m pleased. His advice rings of some … Continue reading

NY Courage in a Can

After a couple of indulgent hours, I eventually lined up around the buffet of personality served at the dining table ready to feast. A half dozen game players, the objective; to transform each other into sloppier and funnier versions of themselves. I circled an introduction. His name was Jon. Mine, Bernadette, plus a tiny spiel … Continue reading

Nine Twelve Two Thousand Eight

It’s a cloudy morning. The kind of morning we’d be glad to be waking up to together.But it does me no good to think about a morning that rose yesterday. For this morning I woke up together with my thoughts that will be with me all day, and for all mornings of tomorrow. It used … Continue reading

Paper Cut

The brown of the river, Matched the brown of the barren bark. As if the rain washed the tree stumps, and the ink of their severed wood bled into the water. © 2012 Bernadette Lynn Ignacio ~~~ Hi Friend! Connect with me on Facebook, Twitter, and LinkedIn !!!~~~