her boat traversed the channel and aligned with the sand her plan was to inject her confession treat them to a torrid tale she stepped ashore, checked her sect dress and walked to the sanctuary _______________________________________________ Writing again this rainy … Continue reading
she thought she heard his old truck drive over the hill and park certain now because her shy, devil cat growled, slow and low she turned the light switch on and off snatched her cloth bundle of bread, strips of … Continue reading
Writing with the Sunday Whirl this morning. The words are bare, birds, crescendo, rattle, shatter, teeth, honey, blue, gravity, edges, blood, electrify. I used them all. I hope I’ve not forgotten how to post in WordPress. It has been a … Continue reading
I Remember I remember the man wiping his face and tear filled eyes. I remember his life-long work for justice and his work to ensure we do not forget. He’d want us to remember how it started with an election. … Continue reading
Encircled surprise in the pines fruit and flowers cover the ground surrounding Ganesh Cedar Hill was a retreat center established by a couple of Catholic nuns in Dawsonville, Georgia. The book club I belong to was started at Cedar Hill. The … Continue reading
Instinct bodies can bruise, stagger, and tilt with a breeze psyches can hamper, crack, and smile with an angle but spirit-awakened instinct cannot be lead astray Written for The Sunday Whirl using the twelve words pictured above. I do enjoy the creative … Continue reading
there’s a spell called branding that you alone decide to cast not witches although you’ve branded them too and caused much pain like the sting of a scorpion turn your ear but not a blind eye to branding you don’t … Continue reading
she said if short is good enough for Rumi it’s good enough for me
long to be wholly absorbed in wholeheartedness
all a download experiences you’ve had voices you’ve heard thoughts … Continue reading
