The swishing in her head and the pounding in her chest increased with each step. A decade of sales presentations had taught her how to relax her mind and control her breath, but those skills were no match for the magnetic strength of fate, pulling her toward a man who was creating his future with …
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Toes in clovers, imagination soaring
Their hands are little for only a little while Hold them finger paint with them play jacks with them Teach them how to hold a kite rope and how to jump rope Let them hold worms and ladybugs and pick clovers Show by example that hands are a heart’s messenger with endless ways to create …
His Letters are Treasures
I am trying to not cry on his letters and war artifacts, but my tears I can’t hold back. I’ve returned to a project I started before beginning my blog – reading my grandfather’s WWII letters. Inspired to do so after publishing my post, “My Last Stamp,” which has put me on a one-letter-a-week writing …
Soft Landing
I will encourage you to fly and cheer you on when you choose to soar. I will ask the changing winds to grant you gentle favors. When you need a companion, I will spread my wings and fly with you. When your wings grow weary and need a rest, I will be your soft landing. …
He sketched Her ~ II (flash fiction)
She had enough of his relentless demands; one deal barely closed before he expected more. She needed a break, she needed to breathe. He said he’d return quickly with the next sales lead. She quietly told him to “Fuck off,” then she slammed through a side door. Modern metal smacking historical brick. The building exhaled …
My last stamp
I wrote a letter today To witness the beauty of smooth black ink To behold my swoops and curves To create something original, not another Times New Roman duplicate To remind myself that I am human One thousand emojis cannot reveal what handwriting can to a trained eye To send a letter is to share …
Suspended Existence (flash fiction w/audio)
Her heart was cracked open to everything inside her – a deep yearning, a restless calling, a profound softness, a thunderous explosion. Her eyes were closed to everything around her – the golden sand, the blue sky, the rolling surf, the chirping birds. She didn’t want to look away; she wanted to fold herself into …
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Lifeguard on Duty
I am doing fine. I know. You are brave and you are strong, but in currents you can’t see, there’s a riptide that’s stronger than your bravery. I won’t carry you and you won’t drown me; we will both hold on to that which floats and side by side we will conquer the changing sea. …
Strolling through a Poem
In the mystical mist vision is limited but the possibilities are endless The mist whispers the promise of poets who scribble furiously and endlessly lines that give meaning to living and dying The lovers breathe it in every molecule, a thousand poetry collections every inhale, a tsunami of emotions Merging and morphing blending and believing …
Unwrapped (flash fiction)
Christmas Eve encore post The sadness that began in her core was now undulating through her body. Spreading slowly, like lava, it invaded every nerve, cell, and vein contained within her frame. She tried to outrun the feeling by filling up her day with distractions… a donation drop-off, lunch with a colleague, a cocktail with …
My Inspired Life 