Muse
On the day Blossom met Tom, they went wandering through midtown. They were both eager to talk, to share, to learn, yet scared too--nervous at any lull, quick to comment [...]
On the day Blossom met Tom, they went wandering through midtown. They were both eager to talk, to share, to learn, yet scared too--nervous at any lull, quick to comment [...]
Written with the prompts: it drives me nuts, 59 miles, Linda, a world full of lovely poems, tangy/yangy, hide in plain sight, electric lights, square yard, pink fuzzy lint, dead [...]
This piece is a bit of Matrix thinking. . . If I had it to do all over again, maybe I’d take the blue pill; I’d choose the illusion. I’ll [...]
I wrote this whimsical story a few years back. I think you'll agree it's exactly what we need about now. Written with the prompts: Angels don’t have to eat but [...]
Today's story is one I wrote several years ago. It arose from a vision, almost a dream. Now I feel the time is right for this kind of energy, a [...]
Amanda lost her keys on the way home from the protest march and was locked out of the house for three days. Luckily she had a satchel filled with peanut butter [...]
Give me a moment, in this mouse of a day, such a tiny bit of daylight left. I can barely muzzle my frustrations before it’s midnight again. For hours the children’s [...]
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: where did you live? Love, Kennedy to Heathrow, living is a limited-time opportunity, only drowning men can see him, on the way [...]
I see a kildeer couple on the lower levee this morning loitering on an inhospitable edge of hard pan, a track of decomposed granite and gravel, racing back and forth [...]
There were only two prompts for today's piece: "the woods are lovely, dark and deep" (a line from Robert Frost's Stopping byWoods on a Snowy Evening) and "Things Change, Even [...]