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  • Poetry 101 Rehab: Father

    Poetry 101 Rehab: Father

    Blocks Ran sat used Papa as a backrest while he stacked blocks woven from wild reeds. Magic rushed ’round under Papa’s skin; it beguiled the child listening to its rhythmic music. Magic beat with his heart and sometimes in counterpoint. Ran’s hair stood up; Papa’s arm draped across his lap securing him in place. Green sparks raced across… Read more

  • One Word to Hold in the Gray Between – Writing 101 Assignment 3

    The Gray Between There is a place between, a gray between life and death, a place where all crossroads lead. Darkness hangs there and shadows lay the scene. No light goes there unless kindled by need. Hope, love and faith ignite a soul with fire brightening the Gray Between. As you walk, the darkness stalks, it feeds… Read more

  • The Sky Cries Rain Tears

    The Sky Cries “Why’s the sky cry?” asked Ran who walked beside. His question aimed at his somber father. “It’s raining not crying,” said Sarn, who tried not to look back, not to decipher her last words, not to dwell on things now ended. His eyes followed the lake’s curve to her home. But she’d gone back to a life upended— without a freak with a… Read more

  • Photo-fiction Challenge #6 – Upended

    Upended Keysta leaned against the upended couch wondering what to do now that they’d gone. He had turned the house upside down, that grouch, but he’d not found her. Her bro went to pawn a trinket that wouldn’t fetch enough to pay the men off or make a dent in their debt. despair crushed her, ground her down,… Read more

  • Favorite Things – A Sonnet in the Form of a List

    Favorite Things Here are a few of my favorite things: baking apples, cinnamon scents wafting. Struck-coin medallions and two tone earrings. Lean beef cuts in barbecue sauce stewing. Writing sonnets but not in a list form. Making poems out of scenes from my stories. Sipping hot tea while watching a snow storm. Accessing my digital libraries on my smart phone… Read more

  • I Write Because…

    I Write Because…

    I Write Because I write ’cause I created characters, gave them lives and they want their stories told. I was lonely, so I made characters to keep me company–an army bold to slay my fears and friends to quell my tears. To my sibs, I told their epic stories. I developed their world for many years, happily writing most of a… Read more

  • Photo-fiction #10 – When Words Fail

    When Words Fail Words shifted on the page, jumped up, rearranged. Sarn wrestled them, tried to glean meaning from the handwritten letters so estranged from their spoken counterparts. Divining nothing from it, he looked out at the street but felt no desire to go abroad until his son climbed up and took a seat on the table. Sarn felt… Read more

  • Halloween

    Halloween

    Halloween Pumpkin faces blazing, death surrounded, their bright unbroken circle holding tight ‘gainst that specter’s might. Death’s skull face shrouded, his bones gleaming white on that hallowed night. Pumpkin faces blazing, windows alight, welcoming trick or treaters young and old, offering leave-stuffed frights and sweet delights on lawns where costumed scarecrows , their court hold. Death’s skeletal face leers… Read more

  • Trick or Trick: A Daily Post Sonnet

    Trick or Trick: A Daily Post Sonnet

    Trick or Trick The simplicity of it convinced Sarn that Miren’s plan was sound. The trick appealed to his sense of justice and what a yarn it’d make if they could pull it off. Afield he searched for leaves of three. That poison ivy which Nolo had warned him never to touch. He gave his babysitters a… Read more

  • A Treat for the Daily Post & Prompt Stomp

    A Treat for the Daily Post & Prompt Stomp

    Treat To Trick or treat, that’s the question on this Halloween eve. Engage in Candy Crush, wait for your ghouls to scare up candy bliss as they go house to house in the trick-treat-rush. Ambush rival kids with silly strings and toilet papier-mâché. When the night grows late, the moon’s watch is broken. We stand in costumed… Read more