Your green eyes are brighter than I’ve ever seen them. You’ve been questing your whole life, but this level of intensity is in the stratosphere. Your gaze pierces and holds me. It demands answers, and I have none. I am mesmerized by the emotions moving across your face. They are fireworks rising and unfolding, things … Continue reading Momma
I sit on my white throne and think, How each plop is clear and distinct. And how, as you well know, It’s all gone with the flow, And someone else is stuck with the stink! Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ode”. Find a one- or two-syllable word that rhymes with “ode,”.
Today's writing prompt: The story must have a snake in it. The story must involve a sack in it. A character questions authority. A character is kind throughout most of the story. During the story, a character finds a long-lost friend. Home again, home again… I was in a warm golden place with a fluffy … Continue reading The Further Adventures of Grupp
Today's writing prompt: The story must have an ogre at the beginning. The story must have a dart appear in the middle. The story must involve a bench in it. I was sitting on the bench at my bus stop. A man that must have been seven feet tall and three feet wide sat down … Continue reading Snickers, Dogs, and Grupp
I don’t take many photos anymore. I must choose how to spend my time and photography ended up on the bottom of the list, even though I have a great Nikon and some awesome lenses. Writing was on the top. When I do take photos, it tends to be in clusters. Every now and then … Continue reading My Last Photo