I have had many comments on my that end up with ‘Who are you writing these for’, or ‘That is one lucky girl’, or ‘She better know what she has in you’. These are written for no one to speak of- they are results of me finding an emotion and swimming in it for...
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Almost all the way back to conventional crafting for this old dog…. Missing When be those moments of the greatest pain? At what clock ticks does my heart ache and woe? What are those places worry makes great gain? Where lie the avenues of deep sorrow? They’re the long minutes I hear naught of...
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This was written for my darling co-host at EWNN, Sue Reddy-Silverman. She requested it, and I am delivering. Enjoy this Sue… In the Garden of Florida South, in the heat of the peninsula To the very end, a lover wanders Roams the sultry garden of  Florida And he can see one of nature’s wonders...
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Another…yes…. I am addicted and there seems to be no turning back. This one goes back to the classic styles and usage of the sonnet- kinda, sorta, maybe… The Breath of Excalibur The search of a lifetime is nigh to close I know the treasure to be close at hand So near is the...
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Working my way back to a more traditional sonnet than is, but still trying to remain modern in this adventure… 1500cc of Love The ride was nothing short of true greatness A late day sun was full and nurturing The wind gave us waving trees as witness Winged friends had songs of our amore...
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Metaphorically speaking, a Light 2.0 The techs believed all switches went to null They smugly knew all the lights were put out They set the machine down, thinking it was dull Assured they had won, beyond any doubt But somewhere behind circuit boards and wires There remains a beacon burning so bright Mortal men...
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This is my third published —I have few private ones stashed away—and I have to admit I am becoming quickly addicted. Thank you for the structure lesson… A Call For You Goddamn my heart is lost without your hand Reaching into my throat it calls your name Oh please show yourself to this aching...
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Well, now I have gone and done it. For the first time ever, I took a stab at real, structured with this sonnet. I think I like it- geez, me being structured just doesn’t seem right… The Sound Of Freedom Always before, I have kept one foot back Staying behind to give me anchorage...
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Scribbles form my notebook… Breaking Ground Rich In Grade I have shouldered a worthy blade Harnessed a steed of the greatest might Breaking ground rich in grade I’m told the crops can never be right With the horse a true furrow is made Following, I steady a cumbersome plough Breaking ground rich in grade...
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I have been haunted by something these past few days; maybe weeks, or even months- so I decided to deal with it the best way I knew how; write it out. The result is this alternative . Thanks for playing along. My flashlight caught something in the enveloping darkness. When I got close to...
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Happy Birthday to one of the best Twitter pals out there. Mary (@NanaMary05) is a retired Navy Nurse who didn’t check her heart with the service- she is golden and ROCKS! Mary- enjoy this 55 word flash fiction story and enjoy the day! Under the din of the O.C., Karen leaned in, “The blood,...
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- that was Mandee’s memoir prompt from a couple weeks back and I finally decided on getting around to a response. My ‘red-faced’ moment comes about due to a certain amount of ignorance on my part; ignorance that eroded me from 6’3″ to just about two inches tall. Enjoy!
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My answer to Mandee’s memoir promt, , is not one full of hope or planning… I booted my senior year of high school. Wasted, punted, threw away, trashed, shredded and wadded up that sucker like it was an empty Taco Bell bag. When early June of 1976 came along, I was nowhere near that...
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In this response to the prompt for memoir submitted by guest poster, Sunny, I tell a story of an angel’s reward… My mom had given up her seven long years of fighting against cancer. She was done with treating it and had made peace with her God. She decided to spend the rest of...
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This short fiction piece is an alternative history/alternative present story I wrote as a birthday gift for someone very dear to me. Happy Bearthday, Petunia! What a glorious day, she thought as she stopped on her porch long enough to look out over the city. The same sun that warmed her face also exposed...
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Happy Birthday, @jkewell! Kacy is one of my closest Twitter friends, so I wrote this flash fiction piece as my gift to her… Lost, floating, bobbing, and bouncing- off of elbows, knees, and… what the heck was THAT? He wanted to cry out, “I want my mommy!” But all he could do was squeak....
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Life is all about being part of the stream, not standing in it, at least that is the definition I found while at Atlantic Beach one year. Here is my response to the memoir prompt, … How we react during the aftermath of a bad decision will help define who we are. I found...
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Series Lets Have Fun Writing» Over the next few editions of Let’s Have Fun Writing, we are going to discuss life sentences. More to the point, putting life in our sentences- giving them punch, vigor, and importance. All throughout this series, we have talked about words—, , object, subject, etc— and the importance of...
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This memoir response for, , takes me for a long drive to the coastal region of North Carolina. Come on along and enjoy the spectacular spot I would love to call home- Atlantic Beach… I can get there in about 14 hours by car and I wouldn’t want to travel any other way to...
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Seems like I am reborn every year, although the process is exhausting, it is worth every frozen knuckle. This is my response to the memoir prompt, … Yes. In the garden, growth has it seasons. First comes spring and summer, but then we have fall and winter. And then we get spring and summer...
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