Continued Stages of R/R

An hours worth of revisions…. I re-wrote the best sentence ever! OMG, this is the worst sentence ever! The story is much better now!! WAS to HAD, and then back again, and again….and again. 

A poem for Mom 

A smile of yours, in a frame of gold.  Visions of what you were, frozen without ice.  Knowing your flesh is not here, but your soul is close.  Could you send a breeze with a butterfly, missing you might sting a little less. 

Too Many Queries 

Is there such a thing as too many queries? We are well aware of the long waits a query takes, even after the marathon it took to write and personalize it along the way. So, maybe the question is, too many at once, or not enough at once? Is there a perfect formula?  I’ve often…

Us vs. the demons 

We fight many known demons within us.  Sometimes daily, other times weeks or months apart.  Some days the demon wears fancy bright clothes, and is nothing but a clown.  Other days the demon is black as coal and soot covers everything we thought was hidden. Both our friend and enemy.  Don’t cover the demons with…

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. 

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! 🙂…

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…