My husband, Douglas, is frugal. That is a great way of saying that he is cheap. He will not pay full price for anything, even, to my utter embarrassment, haggling with people at garage sales! So, it is no surprise that he loves a sale. The problem is that he buys so many things on... Continue Reading →
I heard him before I saw him, and, even after 50 years, I knew that this night would not be as conflict free as I had hoped. He had been the king of trash talk at our high school, always calling people ugly names, trying to be seen as tough. But, I had learned in... Continue Reading →
Stormy weather days. Seems like sunny days won't come. But storms always pass. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille by Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: stormy weather.
Pause from busyness. Your world needs you whole and hale. Rest your tired body. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefueille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: pause.
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 →
Heart heavy with pain. Sadness ushers in the night Morning will soon come. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: sadness.
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.
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 →
Jesse feels like prey, as she lies motionless on the bed, trying not to awake her tormentor. Just the roughness of Carl's voice causes her to flinch. The decision to leave, to go back home to her family, has been spoiled by her sister's trivializing of her dilemma. Kathy elides the fact that those volcanic... Continue Reading →