In response to Writing Prompt Forty-Three: We watered our horses in meadows beneath wildflower covered hillsides. Miriam grabbed up Mirry, her five-year old granddaughter, and headed across the graveyard, filled with old stands of cottonwoods and clumps of lilac bushes—a few having been planted in right angles to the plots. “It’s like a park, Mirry, […]
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Response to Writing Prompt Forty-Six: He stood beneath the windmill overlooking the bay. Salt air brushed away his beard revealing the scar hidden beneath. It had been three years since the accident. He felt the briny Pacific breeze ruffling his beard hiding the only physical scar he’d sustained that day. In his mind, every other […]
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Response to Writing Prompt Forty: I followed him down the white washed stairs of a stucco walled corridor. His hand in mine, I let him lead me away from the tour group. There was nothing normal about taking this gorgeous Mexican man’s hand and pretending to follow him down the rabbit hole so to speak. […]
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We sit and watch the perfect day’s end. Pageants of color as the sun descends, Floats precarious with sanguine glow. Flourishes of light, love and life bestows, Paints the evening sky with wanton hues, Crimson, scarlet, yellow, and blue. The flamboyant artist thus emblazons Heaven, then dips below the horizon. Painting iridescent waves of […]
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Response to Writing Prompt Forty-One: It’s days like this, with snow blanketing roof tops and threads of smoke slipping out of chimneys, that I remember why I left this godforsaken place. “The humans moved into an area they were unprepared for. Our lands. It is suitable for us, not their weak kind. But they bring […]
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Response to Writing Prompt Thirty-Three: A blue canal. Three boats. White marble walls. And you. It’s my turn to watch the suspicious goings on down at the canal, like a stalk out. Three boats and two barges are docked. At least from my vantage point I can see the main boat in question. It […]
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Much to my embarrassment… I was arrested today. It all began in the electrical isle at the Home Depot. I was buying the material to change out an electrical service. A key component to this task is a weather mast… a ten foot long, forty pound steel pipe. This was the trigger to my […]
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Response to Writing Prompt Thirty-Four: A palace, lost among the jungle weeds, spiraled upward toward the sky like so many mountains. A palace, lost among jungle weeds, spiraled upward toward the sky like so many mountains. The once elegant home to the emperor had taken on a whole new kind of grandeur, by my way […]
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I want to tie you to my mindChain you to my thoughtsLove is blind they sayAnd I can’t see a thing So in the dark I findThose feelings I forgotYour heartbeat paves the wayA sweet melodic ring Such rhythm soothes my soulPaints portraits in my headWarms my eyes to tearsAnd leaves me without breath I […]
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Response to Writing Prompt Thirty: Smoke whistled through his two front teeth. White like china, like the stars reflecting in his eyes. Hardy teeth of a desert wanderer. I knew so many things about him just by looking at his teeth. I knew that he was strong and tough and I knew that he was mean. […]
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