Joanne sat on the chair in the sunroom, surrounded by flowers and beautiful sunlight. The idea of starting another business percolated in her mind. She had tried a bakery, a flower shop, and an antique shop, none of which had lasted more than two years before she had to close them. After the demise of... Continue Reading →
Eating shortbread cookies and drinking a soda, While standing among the cannons of war, I listened to a guru on the Civil War explain My freedoms that so many young men died for. I could almost feel their spirits and see them As clearly as if they were standing beside me. And it brought me... Continue Reading →
Douglas and I were at a new restaurant that I wanted to try. As we were eating, a lady spotted my purse and commented on how much it was like the one she was carrying. Sure enough, it was nearly a clone. Hers was a Michael Kors, with the same MK in a round label.... Continue Reading →
Angels lingering high above the sky, Riding on the chariots of clouds. God sends them to help us and warn us, After we've prayed with our knees bowed. They don't quite look as portrayed above, Always naked and with harps and wings. The ones that have come to help me, Didn't seem like other-worldly things.... Continue Reading →
Lately, everything I write are from prompts. Even when I think that I will take a day off from the prompts, I find myself up at nearly midnight in a panic that I am going to miss writing on the words or photos of the day. I remember when I did not even know about... Continue Reading →
Caleb wondered what the glowing lights were that suffused the moss on the stone wall surrounding his cottage. His wife, Jackie, told him to stay clear, for he had no idea whether the light was dangerous. But, Caleb just laughed at her, remarking on her many anxieties that kept her from enjoying life to the... Continue Reading →
Photo by Johnathan Basquet at Unsplash.com Hurt badly, she drove. "Lord, I need a safe place. Please, give me a sign!" She nearly missed it. "This is It" flickered on as she came up to the exit! It led her to a hidden women's shelter. She entered and the sign went dark, awaiting the next... Continue Reading →
Her name was Pat, and she was my supervisor when I was hired in 1974 at the telephone company in Atlanta, Georgia. She was a hard task-master, determined to show that, as the first black woman given a supervisory position over white males, she was capable of doing the job. My complaint against her was... Continue Reading →
It was the 1970s, and dressing like a hippie was the "in" thing. That often meant experimenting with drugs. I left my hometown to live with my best friend. I was the epitome of the country bumpkin, looking to give up my monotonous life for one with more fun. My friend decided that I needed... Continue Reading →
To swim like a fish. It's one of my many dreams. For now, I just float. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge, March 4, 2019: swim and float.
Help from Heaven 