Written with the prompt: one at a time please “One at a time please!” Marilyn heard a shrill, almost frantic request from a woman at the far end of the concession stand. A group of pre-teens were clustered around her, pawing at the cardboard box she held aloft. “I’ll start when you’ve formed a nice … Continue reading Play Ball
Time for a summer rerun! Enjoy! Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts: don’t go there, quiet enough to hear your own heart beat, everybody knows your name, startling, witch, had to make it across the street, from there I was sent to another small room, hung up when she heard my … Continue reading Notice What You Notice
This is a poem I wrote a few years back for my mother and her sisters. It's a bit of a ramble, but they all seemed to like it. My aunt Eleanore had a muskrat fur coat. My aunt Ruth had a skirt that revealed her knees. She wore it with platform shoes. They went … Continue reading The Flint Girls Go To A Fire
