Memorie and the Coyote

This is a reprint of one of my most popular stories, a fun little mystery for October. Enjoy! Memorie is in a cozy pace, propped up with pillows and notebook, herbal tea and the most affectionate of her three cats at her right hip on the sofa next to her.  She has arrived at this … Continue reading Memorie and the Coyote

In the Imaginary Future

Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts:  imaginary future, what will become of me, more than a little alarmed, flirting and fluttering, let’s get physical, light that you cannot see, what is surrender?—joining the winning side, a Sunday afternoon, living with it, huge, impetuous and prickly, Sweet William—my guitar, charming dork, cat “In … Continue reading In the Imaginary Future

The Voice

There was already a voice in Jessamyn’s head when the beacon hit her eyes.  It told her a story about a serpent of light coiled around the hard ridges of her face—her right cheekbone, right eye, her tight angular jaw.  It is the East, and Juliet is the Sun, the voice said, and Jessamyn almost … Continue reading The Voice

My Elusive Feet

Elusive feet stretching away from the rest of my body you are a mysterious duo. Earthbound like two turtles you spread your toes  wide and flat refusing to conform  to narrow confines of stylish pumps and spiked heels.   You are stubborn rebels; I cannot trust you.   Perched on the edge of a cliff … Continue reading My Elusive Feet

In Memory of Ruth Bader Ginsburg

I dedicate this week’s post to the memory of a great American hero, a supreme court justice, mother, grandmother, wife and beloved role model for women everywhere, Ruth Bader Ginsburg.   Ruth Bader Ginsburg may go down in history as the person who advanced the cause of women’s equality and freedom more than any other in … Continue reading In Memory of Ruth Bader Ginsburg

Searching

Written with my Thursday group with the prompts:  a blur from the beginning, among the garbage and the flowers, half tempted, they’ll never understand, new normal, Margaret needs her own room, I love the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night, fireworks in Madrid, red eye, not fragile like a flower, fragile like … Continue reading Searching