An Orange Room On a Blue Planet
Summer rerun time: enjoy!! Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: bulgaricus, in an orange room, why is she crying, the farm, he palmed his meds, there is no [...]
Summer rerun time: enjoy!! Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: bulgaricus, in an orange room, why is she crying, the farm, he palmed his meds, there is no [...]
One day my notebook leapt out of my back pack while I was searching for my keys. It lay on the sidewalk watching foot traffic and pigeons, frustrated that I [...]
Resisting Every Inch of the Way Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: dates with nothing in them, a gun fighter and a bag of gold, resisting every [...]
One more poem of mine to finish up National Poetry Month Tonight you sit on the front steps facing south beckoning me with your dry lips your moist fingers. I [...]
A year ago Jean had a love affair with a man who moiled the river. He was a lanky man, with a day’s growth of stubbly dark brown beard on his [...]
I first wrote and published this piece several years ago when Barack Obama was president and John Boehner was speaker of the house, and we were in the midst of [...]
We’ve all been “sheltering” now, to one degree or another, for seven and a half months. Initially I was both alarmed and secretly pleased—because suddenly I could be my introvert self [...]
I wrote and published this piece six years ago, shortly after the death of a close friend. I came across it this week, and honestly, I'd forgotten that I wrote [...]
I first wrote and published this piece several years ago when Barack Obama was president and John Boehner was speaker of the house, and we were in the midst of [...]
Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, be aware of the grace that surrounds you.