This poem is not concrete. It’s not set in stone nor cement. It’s sedentary. Neither resilient nor reliable, stable nor…
NaPoWriMo#27 The Day’s Gone Stale
The day’s gone stale before noon,crusts of clouds I cannot chew. Crusts my lover chewed right throughso quick, I feared…
Rememberances
NaPoWriMo#26 Song Thrush Spicket
Bird song through open windowwell before dawn,a dripping faucet song. He rests on rotting boughseat for morning’s leaky spout;his throat…
Frances Finds Me
Frances finds me at night.Timid as a tornado.Strapped in a tranquilizerchair. Box hood locked tight. Bowels opened. Bled through.“Sit still.”…
I’m the Boss, Applesauce
NaPoWriMo#24 invites us to visit the world of noir by asking us to create a larger-than-life simile. This tasty treat…
Story Time Sunday #50
Dear Readers, I was all set to post the silliest of flashes today and realized that this is my fiftieth…
NaPoWriMo#22~Font Size Matters
NaPoWriMo#22~The Only Thing
The Only Thing The only thing that can penetrate this moldy mansion overgrown with mossspewing toxins in the air;a mosquito’s…
NaPoWriMo #21~The Marginal Sea
The Marginal Sea A girl with a dragon tattoo,petite dark chocolate frame,spikes of neon blue.
A Strong Specimen
A little brevity to take us through Thursday. A petite pen request. 30 words or less to Ron Hick’s painting,…
NaPoWriMo #20 Monsieur Gruyère
Mind my agewhen you shave my rind;I’ve been ripening the perfect time.
Granny put my hands in the batter
Granny put my hands in the batter.“Best to mix biscuits with your fingers.”But the squishy bread innardsfelt filthy,damp as drawerswrung…
Silver Stallion to the Rescue
This is a bit of brevity penned for Fandango’s Story Starter #43 I would have happily married Darlene if it…
NaPoWriMo#19 Climb Aboard
Climb aboard my ship of clouds;leave your luggage on the dock.Set sail for sunset harmony.Join our fluffy, favored flock. The…
Stories Written In Chalk
Draw a box,hopscotch,tippy toes,count and hop.This spring,my son’s Titanic sinksin the concrete sea.Impressionistic flowers,daughter’s rainbow fingersarch with belief.I raise my…
How Can You Do it Alone?
Flashback Track Friday #65 asks listeners to take the title from a track on The Who’s Face Dances and turn…
Story Time Sunday #7 The Hunt
Happy Easter Story Time Sunday! Today, I’m resharing a fresh Easter flash fiction that I conceived on my bike ride,…
My Easter Bunny Heart
Happy Easter! I’m traveling today, so I thought I’d re-post some Easter-themed pieces from the past, you know, just in…
Full Moon Feast
NaPoWriMo#16 Faith will find fruition
Below tulips tortured by frost,the eggs of Easter lay in waitfor tiny hands to imprison,petals shed as innocence lost.Birth is…
Flashback Track #65 You Better You Bet
Originally posted on Songshine Sounds:
Welcome back to Flashback Track Friday. Each week, someone on staff will present a song and…
NaPoWriMo#14 Fairwell to Infancy
May come as a shock!It might surprise the lotthat I’ve no interestin the everyday tot.
Book Cover Lover
Dear Readers, This is a late-night write inspired by the artwork of Vladimir Kush. It is an adult in nature,…
NaPoWriMo#14 Go to the Hills
Here is the hastily penned opening scene of the movie of my life. And despite what mountains I’ve had to…
Yard Sale of Thoughts 