Written with the prompts: Angus lost a shoe not far from the folly, busy street but you are alone, dog named Moose who didn’t like men, buyer’s remorse, refuse, I can carry on It all started the night Marilyn’s husband Angus lost his shoe somewhere in the backyard, near the gazebo that Marilyn called … Continue reading Marilyn’s Folly
I wrote and published this piece six years ago, shortly after the death of a close friend. I came across it this week, and honestly, I'd forgotten that I wrote this as a Christmas meditation. The idea of surprise is becoming a theme for me this December. Life deals us all some pretty unpleasant surprises … Continue reading Loving Harvey: some Christmas musings
Hey, it's getting cold and rainy here: perfect time to take refuge in books! Enjoy! My edition of Their Eyes Were Watching God had plenty of literary and historical notes both fore and aft, but I’ll admit I got impatient and just started in on the novel itself. I will tell you that the editors … Continue reading Book Review: Their Eyes Were Watching God
These were the prompts given to me: eat us an armadillo, laugh till you cry, pick up the pieces, then he joined us, battle of the brain and the body, that was her first kiss ever, don’t move, good thing it ended when it did, the notebook, never mind I have to admit that I … Continue reading Kitty and the Armadillo
Written with the prompts: when we first met, onions, and high tide When we first met he was sitting on the beach at high tide throwing sweet yellow onions at the sea gulls. It’s not like I thought, hey, that’s my kind of guy!—but I was intrigued. Nonetheless, I’m no fool so I tried to back away, … Continue reading Big Love
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: tangy, tired of using words, accountant, electric lights, hooked on phonics, I found the strangest thing in my pocket “I found the strangest thing in my pocket,” Peter said at breakfast. He pulled out an eight and half by eleven sheet of paper folded into a … Continue reading The Poetry Bunny
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: garbage day is his marker in time (yes, that really was the prompt!), still making that noise, a perfect summer day, lost in the moment, and she lets me know she cares for me when she sinks her teeth in my ankle (that last phrase may … Continue reading Just Like Romeo and Juliet
Written with my Thursday writing group with the prompts: Charlie was a regular guy living a regular life, craving light, gibberish, his creative brain set in, his eyes looked, I’m surprised, cease and desist, aging is a choice, Buddha fingers and dragon fruit, we’ll make our own, and the world is full of lovely poems. I … Continue reading The Saga of Charlie and Mabel
I started writing this with my Tuesday group and finished writing it with my Thursday group. Prompts included: tsunami, threat, taking your time, if you ignore it might go away. Lionel stood on Margarite’s front porch in front of the dining room window. He just stood there, doing his best to look nonthreatening. Margarite saw him of … Continue reading The Return
Written with my Thursday group with prompts: Mr. I Can’t, Oh shit, Rufus said, hallways, chocolate yes indeed Matilda called Rufus Mr. I Can’t, Mr. Rain On My Parade, and Doctor No. Not because he was a doctor, not because he was a Bond villain, but because he was Mr. Negativity himself, Mr. Dark Clouds … Continue reading The Breath of the Universe
