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I rarely remember my dreams, but this morning I woke up with a clear image from a dream in my head. I was walking with a woman in my neighborhood. I have no idea who the woman was, but what … Continue reading →

The Monday night writing prompt was … phantom. I’d write tonight But I just can’t A world torn asunder By a virus By racism By violence I’m overwhelmed Watching the news Watching twitter I go around And around And around … Continue reading →

The coyote lurked right at the edge of the yard, where the light from the porch reached that place where the darkness of night overwhelmed the glow. Even at that edge, I could see the reflection in his eyes. Two … Continue reading →

My grandmother’s birthday is today. She was born 111 years ago in Rothenturm, Switzerland. As you might expect, she didn’t quite make it to today. Instead, she passed away in her sleep Christmas morning 1990, at the age of 81. … Continue reading →

After years of struggle, I’m still struggling with writing. In this age of pandemic and newly retired, I’m doing a range of things to keep busy, but regular, steady writing isn’t one of them. Much to my chagrin. However, I … Continue reading →

My good blogging friend, Dale, has been participating in Friday Fictioneers as long as I’ve been following her. Every once in awhile, what she comes up with prompts me to write something and I do so in a comment on … Continue reading →

The words, they come slower The days, they go faster   As time goes by Change is constant As time dwindles Nothing changes   A time, when all seemed possible A past, where possibilities died   Memories of things That … Continue reading →

I’m just about done with finalizing Northville Five & Dime for publication. The cover is a bit of a challenge. I’m still working on the fonts, but am curious what people think about these two…

A response to Trent Lewin’s short story of the same name. It struck something in me and I wanted to take a different approach. These Parts Your lips, soft and warm and moist. They whispered against my skin. I brushed … Continue reading →