Candle ~ poem

The only memory you are, wrapped illusions. A candle with cellophane, Never burned. Smells good, looks new. Up close its yellowed and faded. Tonight I’ll unwrap and light it. The glow will dance, It will be used like me. It’ll burn to the end, Then go out with a breath. For the only memory you…

Desert ~ poem

Weeds grow without bother.  Blooms for the unseen.  Clouds kiss the rough edges of a lonely mountain.  Wind stirs the dead.  Creatures wait for moisture.  Sunshine disappoints them. 

A Good Book

I first “got” into books once I was actually able to read them, much later than my peers (okay, way, way, way later than my peers). The R.L Stine series and The Boxcar Children when I was younger. Then, once again when I became a nanny and couldn’t find anything worth watching on TV when…

Red Vines

My first memory of Red Vines was at a swimming pool. Today any time I have a Red Vine I think of pools and rain. It was summer, and there was a odd rainstorm. But the swimming lesson at the local neighborhood pool had not been canceled. The water was freezing and my teeth chattered….

This Week in Submissions 

This was a big week for submissions, and personal rejections. Some how I managed to actually connect outside of a form letter, per say.  One, major, I don’t mean major league, I mean major as in big leagues, top dog, replied to a submission by calling it adorable. My story, A D O R A…

Power outage 

It recently dawned on me that power outages today are much different than my childhood memories. I don’t remember any when I lived in California. All the childhood memories of them are in Washington. When power outages meant freezing cold temperatures, needing to start a fire.  Now power outages mean rotten food, and heat stroke…

Dog’s Tale – 50 words

Once upon a dog, not a cat. A dog with a head so small and ears so big. His body stumpy, yet long, weaving through grassy yards. He turned onto Mrs. Williams’s porch. For this tale ends as the tail ends up in a home filled of apples and biscuits. This is my entry! 🙂…

Writing Stew

As I made my first vegan stew the other night (it turned out excellent, after some fixes), I realized how much writing is like cooking. Take for example my vegan stew. I took what I knew it needed, then kind of experimented the rest of the way through. As with writing you might have the…

Can’t be Without 

Brownies without nuts Chocolate without sprinkles  Oatmeal without raisins Popcorn without salt Christmas without lights Mornings without coffee 

The Other Grizzly Bear

Menace here, otherwise known as Grizzly Bear. Why? Because I will maul you until you love me. If that doesn’t work for you, I specialize in wet-willies.  My favorite hobbies are fetch, ripping apart toys, annoying my brother, and staying within two feet of Mommy. Okay, make it one foot.   If you put me…

Broken Angel – part 3

I kissed Mama on her forehead, unbeknownst to her. I was on my way back to Heaven. My years with her on Earth would never equal what I will have in Heaven. Tears fell as she disappeared from sight.  Demon, aka  buttercream frosting stayed. I think demons think in the moment. Us angels think long…

Broken Demon – part 2 of Broken Angel 

I’m sure you are wondering what I decided. To stay with Mama or go back to Heaven. I’ll get to it a bit later. It’s probably more important that I go back to the storm. As it caused a demon to break too.  A demon breaks when he does something good, a broken demon. Hell…