Eve's Last Evening - Flash Fiction w/audio She is a contrast in emotions. In life choices. Opposites that pull at Eve's brain, that sometimes pull her apart. One half of her brain fighting fiercely to live. To achieve. To win. The other half of her brain pulling her into a dark frozen forest. Pulling her …
Category: Poetic Prose
Get Lost
Three years ago, today, I registered for a WordPress site and a few days later I published my first post. I cannot believe three years have passed since I began my creative blog venture! ✍🏻📷💃🏻🗣️ 🥳 To celebrate my special milestone, several days next week I will be sharing a few favorites from my archives …
Water under the Bridge (flash fiction)
A million steps they each did take to get to this place where the bright lights glistened on their flushed faces. Steps that were sometimes sure and strong, other times they took a step back and sometimes their steps were reduced to a crawl. Other times the two, separately stepping, fell to their knees and …
Pitter Patter and Pops of Pink
The rain began the day after I arrived, and except for a few pockets of sunshine it continued until the morning I left. I could not have been more content. A steady pitter patter matched the sound and pace of my fingers on a keyboard when a weekend of typing, I spent. Polishing and perfecting …
Contained in a Frame
Captured and contained in this frame, are delicate petals, crowning thorny stems, set against a shadowy tree-laced sky. At first glance, I saw the natural beauty for what it is: magnificence. Eyes full of wonder, I startled a bird with my audible sigh. Despite my praising of nature’s perfection, shortsighted was my thinking, for the …
Developing Male Brain (mature humor)
Actually, my post is quite immature, but it is a classroom story that someone needs to tell. Might as well be me, the teacher who lived it. My story has language that would have been inappropriate in my classroom. Good thing we aren't in the classroom! .................................................... What they don’t tell you in teacher school... …
A Pitter-Patter brought Peace
A pitter-patter on the rooftop did rouse me from sleep during early Christmas Eve. Too early for Santa, that much I knew, but beyond that I did not have a clue. I did not rise to see what was the matter, I just listened a bit longer… rain was the sound I heard… a sound …
Living Green and Dancing with Love
Tasting fresh basil straight from the garden is a mouth-awakening delight. Traces of soil and sun, with a hint of spice, released with each bite. More flavorful is our rooted plant than from its cousin, sold in the market down the road - the plant with lighter green leaves under fluorescent lights. The one that …
A Detour & A Desert Dance (personal poetic prose)
Consider, how far you’ve come and how, with your face to the sun and with one foot in front of the other, you will get where and what you are intended. A detour on my way to a three-day desert escape… With my car idling, I was a stranger outside looking in. Beyond the (once …
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“A Tear and a Smile” (a tribute & audio poem)
Two passions become one when I listen to his words while looking through my lens at scenes found in natural settings. Natural details that he captured with an artist's eye and retold with a pen over one hundred years ago. Separated by time and distance, I am connected to him through his simple and direct …
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My Inspired Life 