Written with the prompts: just a dream away, as inanimate as a lamp, overlapping, you know the one, hurry/curry/flurry, urgent information, save time, new friends, three years ago, don’t you want more, live like, wander off, never made me feel inept, never been there before, area 51, guarded opinions I’ll remember that night three years … Continue reading Counterintuitive Curry
Time for some summer reading recommendations! Summer is traditionally a time for light beach reads--romances, mysteries, and such. But when I was teaching, summer break was when I’d have time to finally tackle the longer, more heavy duty tomes. If that’s your habit as well, you might want to curl up in an air-conditioned room … Continue reading Beach Reads??!!
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
At the Sink Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: step by step, unready, can’t go home, a long stream, unsolid, downtowner, I don’t want us to be strangers again, he was like the man I remembered, stinky, lies, tree fronds, it happened in David’s mind, Buddhist cat’s acupuncturist, at the sink, love … Continue reading At The Sink
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
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
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
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: strange person in your bed again; driving a taxi; cat suit; interesting way to make a living; letter to human friend; faces of dead men filter through his brain like sunrise; first day of 3rd grade; write about what you don’t know about what you know; … Continue reading Meredith and the Cheetah
Jason came up out of the subway on Tuesday when there was a break in the storm to busk in the space between the Dunkin’ Donuts and the bus stop. He came equipped with a borrowed guitar, his own harmonica, and a smashed brown fedora he’d owned for decades. He called it his magic hat: … Continue reading Morning Song
This is an updated reprint of a Thanksgiving post from a few years back. The theme is gratitude, and that never gets old. Do you remember that scene in Out of Africa when Meryl Streep, playing Karen Blixin (later known by her nom de plume Isak Dinesen) was hosting Robert Redford and Michael Kitchen on … Continue reading Making Up Stories: my spiritual practice
