overflowing minimalist
stuck at bus stop
sun-kissed, peeved,
lost his marbles in 1970 something

she pulls on her second coat
mauve on aqua
cognizant she’s altering
a vintage work

you can’t do it that way, he says
when i breeze through your work
i may miss it

she smiles
at agates
on the sidewalk

by mary ann blinkhorn

The Creative Blogger Award

the-creative-blogger-award-copyI’m honored to have been nominated for the Creative Blogger Award.  A big thanks to Noir–the darker side of sedge808 at: for nominating me.  Gavin is a brilliant photographer.  Do stop by his page if unfamiliar with his work.

The rules:

* Display the creative blogger award logo on your blog.
* Nominate 15-20 blogs and notify all nominees via their social media/blogs.
* Thank and post the link of the blog that nominated you (very important).
* Share 5 random facts about yourself to your readers.
* Pass these rules on to them.

To the people I nominate:  Please accept my nomination for the Creative Blogger Award.  If you’ve no time to participate, I understand.  🙂

Five facts about me:

1.  I’m currently writing a new spec script.  It’s a suspense thriller.

2.  I’m looking forward to the warmth of summer — doing more writing outdoors.

3.  I’m reading a book entitled, Eats, Shoots & Leaves by Lynne Truss.  I’m also reading five screenwriting books and The Andy Warhol Diaries.

4.  I just finished dying my hair a darker shade of blonde.  This wasn’t intentional!

5.  This weekend, I tried making detox water with orange, lemon, lime, cucumber and fresh mint leaves.  It was wonderful — refreshing.  I think I’m hooked.

These are my nominees for the Creative Blogger Award:

Best regards,


writer’s chair shining

the rumbling of virus check
paces across midnight
time the tick of a clock

she takes a stand
skinny font
bold lettering
they extend their hands

“in essence they fear a lion
but not a woman”

she opens the door too quickly
ripping her nylons
upsetting the word cart

oh, grin!

the conversation dissolves
the ever present sunlight
slightly fades her material

three cheers
to a flippant self
and to all whom she respects

at the sight of home
her raised brow
rises like a giant umbrella…
writer’s chair shining

by mary ann blinkhorn


he cracks his neck
left and then right
as sunlight nurtures the optimistic girl
her sequinned handbag brushed up against jaded wet paint
she giggles, notices… walks away green
a dozen fresh pages at fingertips

thunder is a bad heart
a very bad heart
the edge of a guitar
a tough guy’s heartbreak

her heart crumbles like a 2 AM city
awaiting faded sunshine in morning

by mary ann blinkhorn

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A First Dance

Atmosphere is an old moon
A nudge.  Chaos.
Brilliant, circled ideas
Watching a loved one skip down yellow brick road carrying leftovers
Almost midnight
I gnaw on words
Converse with ghosts past and present
Though really just myself
The actor shines
The sun brightens
A near-jaded entrance
Clothed in life
Writing with overjoyed, hurried, Sharpie
Light, gratitude and attitude
A first dance.


By Mary Ann Blinkhorn

the wire ceiling

i chase the thought bubble
down myriad streets
sunlit noise and slow traffic

what does the reply teach?
i shove the day around
pushing an abstract idea

invisible writer
inhales truth
exhales fiction

i observe his hand-drawn trash cans
draw new door
step through it
paint appealing window

ecstatic writer
drives her own traffic
without a car
caged bird climbs a ladder


by mary ann blinkhorn