12 Days of Christmas Lycan Style On the First day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: a mating bond attached to my heart. On the Second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: two twin girls and On the Third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Three cozy… Continue reading 12 Days of Christmas Lycan Style
I love October with Halloween, Fall Leaves, Apple Cider and Costumes. Maybe that’s why I write paranormal romance books full of Werewolves, Witches, and Shadow Walkers. But don’t get me wrong, I’m not into horror. I don’t like to be scared and if I see a scary movie I’ll hide my eyes and probably have… Continue reading It’s October!
Nature Washes Me by Caryn Moya Block The geese honk at the quacking ducks causing a ruckus down by the river. Up on the mountain the air whispers a welcome as a woodpecker knocks and a raven caws. The song birds beg for seeds while the deer walk by and nibble on the grass.… Continue reading Nature Washes Me – A Poem
Pastel Colors By Caryn Moya Block I like to see the world in pastel colors Soft and light, they envelope me in a feeling of safety. Never is there a harsh word or blaring crisis Only a gentle breeze and soft whispers of delight. Here is a sanctuary filled with birdsong and pastries A… Continue reading Pastel Colors – A Poem
April is National Poetry Month So I will share some of the poetry I write when I'm not writing paranormal romance. Here is my first attempt this month: "Words" by Caryn Moya Block Words, Expressions from the heart that flow down my arms and drip onto the page, Like Water Torture they go on and… Continue reading April National Poetry Month – Poem “Words”
She Sleeps By Caryn Moya Block She sleeps. . . Unlimited possibilities wrapped up in the physical body of a little girl. The Universe waits with bated breath to see what choices she will make. What lives she will touch and how much love she will bring to her world. A Divine Spark, a galaxy… Continue reading She Sleeps – A Poem
The Rain By Caryn Moya Block The rain falls so hard it bounces up when it hits the ground. The sound of pounding, like a chorus of drums in my head. Waiting for it to end, I close my eyes and hope sleep will let me escape. Into a dream of sunshine and light, where… Continue reading The Rain – A Poem
Kisses By Caryn Moya Block He kisses me with licks of devotion and love. It's a shame he's a dog.
Voices By Caryn Moya Block Ghostly voices stretch between time and space to let us know we are loved.
A Divine Spark By Caryn Moya Block I am nothing, I am everything. A Divine spark surrounded by sparks of the divine. Until we merge and flow together becoming more.