DannyLynne Riley : Writing

An Operetta of Stratospheres, Sabbaticals and Time

An Operetta of Stratospheres, Sabbaticals and Time

A Story by DannyLynne Riley


She is lost within herself, sitting on a bench facing the river. Her eyes glazed over with that far away look. She is a girl with longing in her e..
The Cresting of a Finale`

The Cresting of a Finale`

A Story by DannyLynne Riley


And so it begins...another day I wake and put into motion my passion for this dance of life...cresting in the raw...To master every graceful motio..
The Music of the Moor

The Music of the Moor

A Poem by DannyLynne Riley


What Love...What Love...Is this?That could neverBe expressedIn a single wordOr all the starsIn a Universe...UnboundAnd yet to be deliveredSo precisely..
The Resurrection of Oz

The Resurrection of Oz

A Poem by DannyLynne Riley


Would it be too hard... too much for you to taste...?The Diamond droplets on her tear-stained faceCould you handle the truth of her Fire-Opal heartAnd..
The Gates of August...(for Jennifer)

The Gates of August...(for Jennifer)

A Poem by DannyLynne Riley


...And The Gates of August have closed rather loudWith the peel of a bellIn a heart-shaped shellRinging on the roundAnd the roaring silent soundOf vas..
Something Delicious in Solitude

Something Delicious in Solitude

A Story by DannyLynne Riley


She drew deep from the wells of solitude a strong elixir to secede the exclusive pain of the unexclusive. She drank it down to drown out her insati..
The Raw in Me

The Raw in Me

A Poem by DannyLynne Riley


I dressed myself in kingdoms And braided religion through my hair Tasted the bittersweet Of logic and reason And sang the proofs of M..
The Purging Stone

The Purging Stone

A Story by DannyLynne Riley


Beneath the surface there are cracks and resentments that go so far back that I don’t know where I would even begin. I don’t know if I ..
"Wake Up and Live"

"Wake Up and Live"

A Story by DannyLynne Riley


She is left alone with her madness…sewn into moments that wage war against all her reality’s…she plucks them one by one and they..
Borrowed Words

Borrowed Words

A Story by DannyLynne Riley


I treasure my ability to loose myself inside of the bridled spine of a great book...or in between the rhythm and lyrics of a song...I have danced ..