Lesley S. King

I always wanted someone to steal me away on a grand sailboat to a tropical isle, with palms and a turquoise bay, or in a plane over lofty peaks to wildflower meadows where butterflies play.   I longed to leave my desert the pain of this anvil heart the boredom of my heavy-metal playlist, find […]

Please enjoy this poem and painting by my friend Joie Villeneuve. Forever Nourished Sweet Hungry Egret In the yard. Pond Full of fish Vacant. Farewell dear Sweet orange And yellow finned ones. Nourish the winged one On its journey. Painter and poet Joie Villenueve creates from her connection with the Beloved. “They are love songs,” […]

At dawn I sit on the porch with my Lover. We sip licorice tea and listen to robins chirp and doves coo.   During the day we work together— sweep the floors cook fennel with snow peas, even the mundane tasks joyful because we are together.   We collaborate on creative projects like this poem. […]

Fluttery white flakes caress chive blossoms. Piñon smoke licks baby grass. Winter unites with spring birthing Love.

I’m working peacefully at my computer when I glance out the window and see a six-foot cedar post. I stand to look more closely and come to find that my neighbor is erecting a coyote fence between her property and mine. Immediately, my mind goes into emergency mode. It’s alarmed about the fence placement, which […]

This is The Inner Adventure’s first fictional publication, a short story by one of my writing class participants. It is an adventurous journey into love’s great flow. The Waterfall: Finding a Power Within a short story by Theresa Dunford The day he told me he loved me was also the day I learned he was […]

Winter Spring Summer Or Fall All you have to do is call And I’ll be there. You’ve got a Friend.—James Taylor

Chloe Kyle, a participant in my writing class, wrote this inspiring essay. I invite you to journey with her as she discovers what’s truly important in life. In the dark of night, I find myself rigid with spinal pain once again, an experience that has dogged my life since an accident in my teens. My […]

I call on the Beloved and easily sign my name on an agreement to lease out my late mother’s house. While the new tenants sign, I glance at the kitchen where we stand, its white counter and clean paint. Though darkness settles out the window, here all is bright. But later, back at my own […]

I stand within my late mother’s empty bedroom, where the scent of mildew taints the air. I note the empty wall where the TV hung and the four indentations on the carpet where the bed sat. Only a few piles of miscellaneous things clutter the floor. Most absent is the beautiful being with whom I […]