Image from Cryanny The dining room was a special place Where families met and conversed About their lives and dreams and hopes And sometimes discussed any hurts. Around the table they sat and felt Joy just being in each other's presence. Poppa asked each child about school, Because learning held such reverence. Those traditions are... Continue Reading →
Hiding in the closet, a book in her hands, Janie mentally escaped from the fighting and screaming of her parents. As a precocious five year old, she could disappear into far-away places when reading books, safe in their pages. The years passed, and she married and became the parent. Life was mildly sardonic, seemingly filled... Continue Reading →
A story written for Tale Weaver #240 from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie prompt: Wading. Includes the September 2019 Writing Prompt from Putting My Feet in the Dirt: Orbiting Halos. Frances had come to the Caribbean alone, still reeling from the sudden death of her best friend, Maya, who was supposed to share this island adventure with her.... Continue Reading →
Written in response to challenge from Patricia's Place, In Other Words, a poem or prose of 5 lines or less, using the picture and/or the word spy as inspiration. Looking through the bushes to the other side, I spot a lovely chameleon, cute to my wandering eyes. I wonder if she'd be interested in plain... Continue Reading →
The struggles you have endured attest to the granite in your soul! Written for One Liner Wednesday from Linda G. Hill.
Peace everywhere. Holy in its sheer beauty. Man can't duplicate. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie from September 4, 2019: Holy Isle or Holy Island.
Guileless of the danger ahead, I continued my odyssey across Ireland. As IÂ came into a bend, I saw my lights illuminating the fence, an indication that I was on the wrong side of the road. I quickly adjusted, barely missing another car head-on. Silently, I said,"Forgive me!" (277 Characters) Fictional story written for Twittering... Continue Reading →
Watching the aftermath of Hurricane Dorian, The utter destruction in its wake. I feel the Earth groaning beneath my feet, Asking, "People, what more will it take?" I don't know how to answer the question, As I contemplate the electric sky. Research is seen as liberal gibberish, Not believed, no matter how hard scientists try.... Continue Reading →
Abundant waters! Flow from my belly this day! Waterfall of love! Written really late for Heeding Haiku withChevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, August 28, 2019: waterfall. When I saw the photo above posted, I immediately thought of Jesus's words in John 4: 13-14. The thought of living water, the Holy Spirit, flowing from me to others,... Continue Reading →
