Bread Cats
Another Summer Rerun from way back in 2019. After midnight the day-old loaves of bread in the bakery turn into slumbering cats. Some are brown and toasty, some white and [...]
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Aug, 2024
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Jun, 2022
One At A Time
Written with my Thursday night group with he prompts: Howard Johnson’s, she liked it because she didn’t have to tell them her name, the toothache wouldn’t go away, but you [...]
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Feb, 2022
The Sensitive Man and The Chocolate Chip Cookies
In celebration of the season, I bring you the re-publication of a favorite Valentine's Day, "isn't it romantic" tale. Enjoy! Miranda painted her face with forty-seven different shades of lipstick, [...]
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Dec, 2021
Don’t Eat the Moon
This poem continues my theme of December oranges, but also serves as a holiday warning: don't let this season try your patience and drive you to exhaustion! Remember, the smartest [...]
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Dec, 2021
Juicy
Continuing my December theme, I give you my own personal ode to oranges. . . Oranges are loud. Oranges are splashy. They are not subtle. They are not shy. They [...]
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Jun, 2021
Bread Cats
I'm needing a bit of a break so I thought I'd run a few of my greatest hits here. Maybe next week too, not sure yet. At any rate, here's [...]
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May, 2021
In the Wine Garden
Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts: empty journal, her lips tasted like wine, no one ever noticed her, she was just there, 16 years gone to hell, [...]
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Feb, 2021
Alive in the Moment
Alive in the Moment Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: urge to be alive in the moment, sound of waves lapping around the house, whipping like an energetic [...]
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Feb, 2021
The Saga of Charlie and Mabel
As a Valentine treat, I'm reviving a little romantic tale of an amorous, adventurous couple. Charlie was a regular guy living a regular life. Then he met Mabel and he slipped [...]
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Jan, 2021
What I Miss Most
I wrote this a month ago with my Thursday night writing group, and I didn’t use too many of the prompts, though I did use these: out to lunch, for whose [...]