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Poetry Tuesday – Yesterday’s Ashes
Pictures merely tell the rumor of a half-remembered story, A book with pages tattered and worn, yellowed with age, The ink faded and dull, dying to eternity. Memories fall away like rain dropping down glass, Fogging the view, warping the truth, and sliding to death. All is fleeting and passing like a silent train in…
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Excerpt from Arianna
Today I’m sharing with you chapter one of my current work in progress, Arianna: “Welcome to Jeanine Marcus Salon and Spa. How may I help you?” “Oh, my God. What did you do to your hair, Arianna?” I looked up from examining my nails, the one on my index finger black and the others blood…
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Keeping the Perspective
It’s hard sometimes when in the midst of a problem to see past it. Everything looks blurry. The road ahead is unclear. It’s easy to let emotions take control during these trying times, and next thing you know, you’re blowing up a balloon meant for a birthday party into a hot air balloon — yes,…
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Poetry Tuesday – A Little Lost…
Sometimes I feel, As we age, As our edges wear ragged, We sharpen and do more hurt, Rather than dull the blade And even put the sword away. I am left wondering If we ever learn To choose kindness over cruelty, Compassion over judgment, Truth over lies. But the record spins, Round and round, The…
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Excerpt from Mile Marker 139
Today I’m sharing with you an excerpt (actually the whole first chapter) of my unfinished story, Mile Marker 139: Chapter One: Mike Popkins The wheels squeak as he pushes the mop bucket across the floor. A couple of surly truckers look up from their venti coffees and glare. He’s used to it. He hates the…
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Poetry Tuesday – This Moment
Do not be so quick to wish away this moment, For before you blink, it’s whisked away, forever, Unfolding like all previous moments on life’s vast canvas, Stretched tapestry seeming to move beyond horizons in all directions. Or is the moment folded in upon inside itself, A hidden dimension undetermined and reduced to a singularity,…
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Flash Poetry – Not So Nuts About Nuts
Another brownie has died a dishonorable death At the mercy of the trash can Instead of sacrificing itself to my stomach. Rather than greet my tongue With the smoothness of chocolate Melting on my tongue As I savor each morsel, My taste buds are stabbed With crunchiness galore. Never put nuts in brownies.
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Excerpt from Lorna versus Laura (unpublished)
When Mr. Rock Garden stepped into the flowerless place next door, for the first time, he seemed to be standing amongst tombstones. He was the only living thing. His back was to me as the orangey hue of dusk settled on his hunched shoulders. I watched carefully, leaving my chair to go to the window…
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Character Friday – Meet Hannah Rechthart Grunner
Hello there, I’m Hannah Rechthart Grunner. Someone thought it would be a good idea for me to write down a bit about myself, so here it is. I don’t know how exciting my life has been, but it’s been a good life, ups and downs and all. I was born on April 12, 1912 to…
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Why I Write What I Write
“Where some might see ugliness, I see beauty, at least the potential of it.” A question many writers and authors get asked is why they write what they write. You have probably also heard it said that you should write what you know. I’ll admit, much of the details of what I write isn’t what…