Nothing Halfway

Nothing Halfway Written with my Thursday group with the prompts:  overmedicated, turkey, she shook her head, walk, boring little houses, ice breaker, on top of a picnic table, Monday morning, Happy Donuts, I got angry, he had a hand on her shoulder When Mandy regained consciousness, she was already walking.  Disoriented, wandering in fog—except it … Continue reading Nothing Halfway

Velvet Dress

Hi, there!!  In case you haven't heard, April is National Poetry Month, so all month I've been posting original poems.  Times being what they are, I've wanted to post poems that are fun and/or funny!  This week's offering fits both categories well.  Enjoy!   The music is salty like dry roasted peanuts. I come downstairs … Continue reading Velvet Dress

Big Love

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

The Poetry Bunny

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

The Breath of the Universe

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

The Grocery List

Written with my Thursday night group with a list of prompts that sounded like a grocery list! Janet perused the grocery list her father had handed her as she headed out the door.  Her father was not as organized as her mother and he never would be.  Janet simply needed to accept that.  I mean, … Continue reading The Grocery List

The Magic Boxers

Written with my Thursday night writing group with a wild bunch of prompts, including:  the dead man’s boxes (which we all changed to boxers), what is different today? No such thing as--, a jar of homegrown pansies, keep it local, later we went dancing, melted her heart Last night Betsy’s brother Tom called and asked … Continue reading The Magic Boxers

If I had to do it over again. . .

Hey, I just found this in my journal.  I remember writing it, but I don't remember when.  Guess it's time to set it free.  It's a bit of Matrix thinking! If I had it to do all over again, maybe I’d take the blue pill; I’d choose the illusion. I’ll get a job in a … Continue reading If I had to do it over again. . .