The Magic Boxers
Written with my Thursday night writing group with a wild bunch of prompts, including: the dead man’s boxes (which we all changed to boxers), what is different today? No such [...]
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Aug, 2018
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Aug, 2018
Before Paper
Before paper, everyone spoke in rhyme or else you’d forget what was on your grocery list. You’d go out to buy a hat and be forced to buy food for [...]
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Jul, 2018
Angel Food
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: Angels don’t have to eat but Gabriel likes it, he missed tasting food, it looked impossible, my first reaction, or “It [...]
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Jul, 2018
White Paper and Water
School children rushed up the city street. The shu-shush of their corduroy pants woke the white paper birch trees from their dreams. The children had come from an ocean as [...]
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Jul, 2018
The Wind
Written with my Thursday night group. The prompt was “the wind has to stop!” But I interpreted it a bit differently. The wind has two stops. It curls down Alhambra Boulevard [...]
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Jul, 2018
Escaping Fresh Produce
Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts: waiting for the rain, in the kitchen, wayfarer, in the hands of God Maryann sat in the kitchen surrounded by [...]
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Jun, 2018
Summer Solstice
I wrote this a year ago after a morning volunteering at the center that serves breakfast to low-income and homeless women and children. The kitchen was being remodeled back then, [...]
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Jun, 2018
The Musings of Marietta Mallard
This was written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompt, "Don't feed the ducks." It should be noted that the photo above is of Joe Mallard, as his [...]
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Jun, 2018
His True Name
I got very busy with the actual (as opposed to the virtual) world last week and missed a post. So here are three stories to make up for it. Or [...]
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May, 2018
Breathing Just a Little
“Listen, are you breathing just a little and calling it a life?” Mary Oliver I like to imagine that the breath goes everywhere in my body, not just into my [...]