Colleen : Writing

The Victorious Walking Dead

The Victorious Walking Dead

A Story by Colleen


Darien clenched his fist around the gold locket that belonged to his sister. For three centuries, the ruby encrusted oval hung around her ne..
Why Buddha?

Why Buddha?

A Poem by Colleen


Inspired by a friend whose questions are most welcome.
The First Meditation

The First Meditation

A Poem by Colleen


Quiet room, Comfy chair, Incense clouds Fill the air. Breathe in, one Breathe out, one Breathe in, two Breathe out, two ..
Old Friend

Old Friend

A Poem by Colleen


I remember, years ago We brought you home. A grey ball of fuzz, We did not see you for two days, as you hid away, Terrified. ..
For My Daughter

For My Daughter

A Poem by Colleen


I was young When you entered the world. Perhaps, too young I have made mistakes. Some cannot be repaired, But I was learnin..
Frownin' Red Ryan

Frownin' Red Ryan

A Story by Colleen


Ryan was barely a man when he first climbed aboard the Sea Witch. Having been fortunate enough to be born into a family of nobles, his upbringing ..
The Awakening

The Awakening

A Poem by Colleen


My weary mind passed through into another world, another time. The visions that enchanted me were morose, but yet sublime. Through forests deep an..
Concord

Concord

A Poem by Colleen


A fate of a twisted moon beyondbecomes a love’s dedication songto weld the soul’s brittle bond. To see how harsh winter’s wind st..
Little Soup Pot

Little Soup Pot

A Poem by Colleen


Little soup pot, short and wide, What memories are found inside. A recipe from grandma’s book, When, as a child, I learned to cook. Little S..