Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts: aimless love, if you live long enough, fireworks, dead skunk, dream, Mom would give him money, okay, revealing, taking a detour, pitter patter of rain, I wonder what happened, if I had it to do all over again, the school principal, free will, feel left … Continue reading Those People
Written with the prompts: springtime, accepting limits but pushing for more, wonder about the ivy, there is always a little girl standing in the corner just staring, Maddie in the grip Maddie is in the grip of a good story, her pale face illuminated by the blue light of her Kindle. It is winter inside … Continue reading In The Grip
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: 34 states, a black silk frog, blue silk dress, bruised knees, the strange sensation of of wearing someone else’s clothes, close to midnight, awareness, love your work, friendly strangers, bee-friendly plant, yearning Melinda dreamed she was in an airport wearing a blue silk dress that fastened … Continue reading Yearning
Another re-run this week, another of my favorite #FlashFictionFriday stories. Enjoy! The route was beautiful but scary, starting in the most crime-ridden and garbage-strewn streets of the financial district, a place where hefty men in silk business suits and expensive running shoes would dart into limos escorted by taller, fitter men in cheap suits and … Continue reading A Boy With Wings
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 a fan favorite that I hope you'll enjoy. After midnight the day-old loaves of bread in the bakery turn into slumbering cats. Some are brown … Continue reading Bread Cats
Because it was spring, Marilee decided to do one of her obsessive tears through the house—not a quick surface dust and sweep, but a deep dive, boring down beneath cushions and floor rugs, under tables and chairs, to clear out accumulated dust bunnies, cat toys, stray pens and lost coins. Her compulsion to clean next sent … Continue reading Spring Cleaning
To finish off our National Poetry Month celebration, I offer a more recent creation of mine. Thanks for reading! I made that girl, but is she grateful? No. True, I drove her to the edge of consciousness dumped her on a shore peopled with past failures and traumas, to the lip of a river … Continue reading My Insomnia Gossips About Me Behind My Back
April is National Poetry Month! I've dug down deep for this one, written for my Mom at least 30 years ago when she was the age that I am now. For My Mother and Other Collectors of Strays I want you to contradict me. When I shiver in my cavernous apartment complaining that autumn … Continue reading For My Mother and Other Collectors of Strays
I wrote this piece with my Thursday night group. I changed most of the prompts, but perhaps you may still recognize them: the child, September, denigration, breakage, loss of youth, rust, crawling sickness, an obstacle, aberration, there are layers, no one was ready, nostalgic, January, time’s fun when you’re having flies, a blessing, apple tree, green shirts, … Continue reading The Child’s Notebook
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 over the edge. Mabel was a force of nature, a combination Earth Mother/Ruth Bader Ginsberg no-nonsense intellectual feminine feminist who believed the world was a place … Continue reading The Saga of Charlie and Mabel
