The Body Loves Slowness

Written with my Tuesday writing group with the prompt: the body loves slowness.  A bit of a farewell to summer! Sound is fast.  Light is faster.  The pungent scent of sour milk hits our nostrils fast and hard and bring instant tears to our eyes.  But the body loves slowness.  The body is heavy, whether … Continue reading The Body Loves Slowness


A stranger came to my door

This is a piece of Flash Fiction that I wrote with my Thursday night group with a list of prompts too long to copy here.  This is NOT a fictionalized account of the day a homeless man came to my door and I let him in and he stayed until I'd written a 700 page … Continue reading A stranger came to my door