Be Mine

Wrap me in your arms

Fill my heart with love

Calm my fears with your presence

Make me feel like the woman I am


Read me stories

Play games with me

Chase me around the house

Make me the friend you are to me


Give me that look

The one that says there’s only me

The look that devours

One that makes my knees weak


Be my man

The one I’ve always needed

The one that lets me be me

And loves every bit of me for it


You Are My Sunshine

An ocean sized hole

Bleeds my heart

Rips pain through me

Empties me of all

Drains me and kills me


A gaping cavern

Void of happiness

A black hole

Pulling me to inactivity


Music plays dull

Echoes agony

Fills my mind

But does nothing

For my heart


Here I lay

Still and sleeping

Waiting for time to pass

For pain to ebb

For sunshine to return

Holiday Ransom

Yep,  it’s that time again. We’re all bustling to make that last dime that’ll pay off the massive list that grew on us. We just have to get “the” gift that’ll make our friends and family smile. Why?  Because we’re all crazy in our own way.

So, knowing just how crazy busy we all are I’ll keep this year’s challenge reasonable. Hahaha! Did I say reasonable?  I meant less overwhelming.  

The holidays are being demanding again. They didn’t bother with kidnapping this time on account of me driving them crazy last year. This year, they threaten to steal my bonus.  We can’t let that happen. 

Here’s your challenge. It’s a fun one.  No demanded word count. They just want to know about your most hated relative. We all have one of those relatives we could go the rest of our lives from seeing without feeling bad. That’s the one you should write about. 

Tell the holidays why you dislike them. Then,  if it’s possible, tell them of one good memory of them. 

Please feel free to share in the comments. I too have such a relative.  That one relative that always has a negative comment about everything.  And I do mean everything! You could look at the rain and say “It is raining” and he’d say “You’re full of ****. I don’t see a drop.” (No sarcasm present.) Yeah, that argumentative. I even suggested that as a Christmas game we tie him up and everyone gets a good slap in. My grandmother liked  that idea. That’s how bad. She’s such a sweet woman. I was surprised to hear her agree. I wish I had a good memory of him.  But I don’t. 

But that’s the relative the holidays want to know about. Maybe they’ll feed them to Krampus. 

Good luck. 

Why are you still here? 

Seriously! Go write!  And don’t forget to share. 


It rots, hides, deep inside
Sharp claws, knashing teeth
Shadows in the dark
Caging me, changing me
Warping me in and out

Pain so acute
A knife in my breast
Pain so severe
A shattered, bleeding heart
Overflowing blood

Midnight skies, eclipsed sun
Black waters
Reflecting a void
Tar pit trap
Holding me captive

Fists against steel
Silence, alone, abandoned
Broken, bound, ensnared
Inside my mind
With no way out.

Stardust Always Authors (Debbie)

DebbieWelcome Debbie Manber Kupfer, thank you for joining us today. Tell us what Stardust Always is to you. Why did you write something for it?

Like many people I was shaken by the deaths of David Bowie and Alan Rickman and was excited about the idea of an anthology in their honor.

Tell us about your story.  What message do you hope to convey to your readers?

My story, The Big C, is a memoir about my time going through cancer treatment. By sharing my story my hope is that I can help others going through treatment to know that they’re not alone in their journey.

How did Rickman and/or Bowie influence your life?

I consider Bowie’s music the soundtrack of my youth. I was surprised how profoundly shocked I was after his death. Starman ran through my head for days on end.

If you could tell them/ him anything what would it be?

For Bowie just how much his music meant to me and for Rickman how perfect he was as Snape.


Are there another story you would have liked to include with this anthology?  If so, where can people find it?

When I wrote the first story in my short collection, Will There Be Watermelons on Mars? I had the Bowie song Five Years running through my head, so that might also have fitted well in this collection.

Debbie book

Anything you’d like to say to those whose lives have been affected by cancer?

Enjoy the moment – we never know how long we have so we need to cherish each moment on this earth.

Below are the links you can find Debbie at. Thank you Debbie for your time.



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