Commitment

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

Work To Do

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

Sandwiches

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

The Mask Maker’s Daughter

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

Those People

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

Bread Cats

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

The Fairy Path

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

Guardian Angel

In the crowded jumble of black and khaki-colored jackets and coats, olive green knit caps and brown gloves, Nick’s eyes were drawn to a woman in a royal blue trench coat, an orange and yellow floral scarf wrapped around her head and neck.  She was neither young nor thin, but gazing at her, he was … Continue reading Guardian Angel

Hear That?

Written with the prompts:  head bowed in silence, is that all there is?, hear that?, a couple walking into the fog, yangy tangy, one good reason, tired of using words “Hear that?” he asked as we pulled up to the sidewalk to exit the high rise parking garage. “What?” I asked, feeling distracted as I … Continue reading Hear That?

Oisin and Patrick

For Saint Patrick’s Day, I thought I would share a reprint of a favorite post, relating a bit of Irish history (sometimes called mythology).  This poem tells the story of Patrick’s encounter with a poet named Oisin.  Oisin (pronounced O-sheen) was the son of Finn MacUail (pronounced M’Cool) who was a great warrior.  Oisin was … Continue reading Oisin and Patrick