Eve’s Last Evening (flash fiction w/audio)

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 …

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Imagine this

We cannot standardize test our way out of this mess. We need less desks in uniform rows crammed with young bound bodies cracking from the conforming stress. Every other answer a bubbled-in guess. More creative thinkers are needed to get us out of this mess. Shred the excessive expensive tests! Give young minds more tools …

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The Giver by James Baldwin (audio poem)

James Arthur Baldwin was born on August 2, 1924 in New York City’s Harlem. Baldwin had a difficult upbringing, which included an evangelical preacher stepfather who struggled financially and who demanded rigorous religious behavior from his nine children. Baldwin’s personal challenges are reflected in his writings, especially in Go Tell It on the Mountain. Baldwin was …

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Easter Eggs and a Glossy Train (personal narrative)

Easter brings an early sunrise, reflection, time outdoors, and dinner with my family. Sometimes we place flowers at the cemetery and sometimes I get to hug two adorable great nieces. Even more rare are drives to the Pacific Coast during the Easter weekend. However the holiday weekend unfolds, it is peaceful. Easter hasn't always been …

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A sky painted the colors of love (flash fiction)

            We kept watching the mesmerizing sky. Millions of emerald slivers were suspended above us, spinning and swirling. He and I, each dreaming our own private dreams. I thought about how I would never forget this moment and how it might be the highlight of my time in Alaska. I was happy to be here, …

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The last, at last (flash fiction)

The echo of music, laughter, clinking glasses, dancing feet, and crisp turned pages lingered in the room. The freshly painted walls were alive with angelic dancers, projected by flickering flames. Two figures on the balcony became one silhouette when he pulled her close. His soft kisses on the back of her neck were interrupted by …

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Honeysuckle Heat (episode 3)

from (previous) Honeysuckle Heat… In their floating dream they remained until the first hint of morning burst over the distant mountains, causing them to dart from the water, grab their crumpled clothes, and sprint back to the house, laughing with each hurried step. Once inside, they fell onto his unmade bed, into each other’s arms, …

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Tumbleweed Spirit

You scratched me, sometimes bringing blood to the surface. Wrapped in play and imagination, I did not notice. You offered see-through walls, never permanent. We lived in the center of a thorny dream, in a dusty land of make-believe. Ruled by the field's young King and Queen, our tumbling fortress did scatter during sleep. The …

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Cactus Tops and Teardrops

The old man with a rod in his hand, listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival, watched her walk by. Someone to fill his eyes and his time. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to be. Living an afternoon dream. A life his own. No one, but himself, to please. He’s not lonely. He can talk to the fish …

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Worlds away from a Slow Dance

Oh, I could tell you some stories, of characters I have known. I have seen the worst of humankind unfold before my eyes, leaving my heart cracked open and my soul broken. I have been restored from deep despair, where I cannot remain, by observing tender and loving acts between two, or entire nations. Unconditional …

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