Today's offering is the tiniest of flash fiction, written in poem form.The river is lapping on my porch. Red fish and blue fish leap toward the doorbellseeking sanctuary.My cat smacks her lips wishes for opposable thumbs.Meanwhile, I ama Russian nesting doll.I contain multitudes.The old woman on the outsideis undecided.The young woman within is watching the … Continue reading Matryoshka
I wrote this story a few years ago. On the surface it may not seem romantic, but in the chaos of this year, I felt it would make a nice Valentine's Day offering. I hope you enjoy it. When Jenna arrived at the border, she was surprised to find a guard at the gate. His … Continue reading At the Border
I've been down with a monster cold the past couple weeks, and this blog was neglected. So today I'm publishing one of the first flash fiction pieces I wrote about eight years ago. I hope you enjoy it! Written with the prompts: He had known better, OR, She is the only one who knew me, … Continue reading His True Name
Written with the prompts: you know how we are, working on a list of things to do, no gray only black or white, what?, doors with round corners, rusty knife under the pillow, felt blue, what is your heart doing, worry a lot less every day, remembering/forgetting, it looked impossible, Mom smiled down at me, … Continue reading You Know How We Are
Polar Bears, fragrant and prickly,crouch in the coldlistening for the echoof flute notes in crystal caves.Fiercely, fiercely bread bakesdefying the bitter stingof tule fog.Follow the riversfollow their floating trails of sycamore leaves and orange blossoms.One river flows west.One river flows south.Crashing together, a joyful tumble.Saint Francis is beckoning:he will take you all the way to … Continue reading Animals in Winter: as large as fog, as warm as bread
Written with the prompts:  a game you see, celebrate, shut it down, pleasure, beans for dinner, friends of friends, especially the pants, jumped into Gary’s lap, if you start now, this old lamp, stranger with no hat, she had two sons, good girl with bad habits, as the door opened she knew, Mommy’s candy, green bird … Continue reading Two Suns
The new year feels like a mistake waiting to happen, a haircut with bangs that are too short, the wrong lipstick, a red that’s too blue, when it should be orange.  And I wonder:  is this the face I want to present to the world/in a new year? January yawns open, a classroom with dark and heavy … Continue reading New Year
Every week when Lindsay came home from the grocery store she’d find a special treat in her brown paper grocery sacks, a gift from the flirtatious bag boy who seemed to have a crush on her. The first week it was a package of Hostess pink snowballs, two round chocolate cakes with cream filing covered … Continue reading Gifted
A winter's poem I wrote a few decades ago. . . In Decemberthe sky darkened but a star cracked the blacknessto perch like a red bird on the waiting finger of an evergreen tree. Hiking through the field we knelt on damp leaves and knew: the Earth will heal herself. Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, Blessed … Continue reading Shepherd’s Story
Written with the prompts: in the autumn of life, hitch a ride home, how would she know to stop, orange, yellow, and deep blue red, the ocean waved, my home, difficult to resist, unspoken, in test after test, magical thinking, it looked something like this, cool as a cucumber, people come and people go, race of … Continue reading Orange, Yellow, and Deep Blue Red
