Written with the prompts: conversation stealer, I am I am, the story of your name, the name of a bar in New Orleans, the brother stared out the window, new ways to harvest, oozy rat in a sanitary zoo (palindrome), naps Ruby the Hummingbird was a conversation stealer. It was her habit to fly through … Continue reading Stolen Conversation
Written with the prompts: the dog is an absolute horror, punctual, more than ready, broke her ankle, possible, this was the plan, ambled up the street, tell me again, all she could see tour got window was. . ., large coffee and a cinnamon roll, tell what you can’t remember, confusion, as good as it … Continue reading Minding the Gap
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: broken promises, behind closed doors, beyond words, what do you see? I'm not so strong anymore, a lion came to me on my way home, wanted to disappear, adult (as a verb), sunlight through the curtains, the neighbor's pig, weird, choose tiny, what you should know, … Continue reading Maddie Greenwood and Her Pig Jane
Mike didn’t tell me he was bringing Jeremy. He just showed up with him and I have to admit that put a damper on my mood. I like Mike’s son, Jeremy; he’s a good kid, 7 years old now. He’s fun, and he’s a conscientious listener. But I hadn’t expected him, that’s all, and now … Continue reading Commitment
Caitlyn unlatched the picket gate and stepped gingerly into the small front yard. She hesitated at the concrete walkway before mounting the steps to the tiny bungalow. The garden was opulent, blooming roses lined the sunny fence, dark blue hydrangeas flourished in the shade of the porch. But the house’s paint was peeling and the … Continue reading Work To Do
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: close to my heart, just like that, expert in the matter, what is different today?, surprising new discovery, no variety, just different sandwiches, one time only creation, path of least resistance, pay the price for peace, one inch at a time, special powers, formula, integrity, gate … Continue reading Sandwiches
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: Zelda is in heat, until next time, tomatoes in the front yard, tell me what you want, straight faced, remember when, professional, phone store, old stale coffee, my turn, mysterious holes, in Russia, mosquitos, mask maker’s daughter Zelda sat on the porch in the heat of … Continue reading The Mask Maker’s Daughter
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
It's May! We've just celebrated Beltane (or May Day) a time when the veils between dimensions becomes very thin, and all kinds of magical creatures are liable to peek in on our world. Here's a favorite story for this time of year. After midnight the day-old loaves of bread in the bakery turn into slumbering … Continue reading Bread Cats
I wrote this poem nearly forty years ago, give or take a decade. But it's April, National Poetry Month, and I thought I'd drag out a few old favorites of mine. My late cat Hibiscus makes a cameo appearance in this poem. He was a long-haired gray tabby, with caramel colored strips on his face, … Continue reading The Fairy Path
