Momma

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

Ode on a Commode

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,”.

Snickers, Dogs, and 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

My Last Photo

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

Summer Camp

“Well color me happy!” Grampa said. He held the rock up to the light and it shnined through, accentuating the rock’s lacy layers. “It sure is red,” I said. “This is a Lake Superior Agate. Don’t usually find ‘em this part of Lake Huron.” I slid my cold hand into his large one. He wrapped … Continue reading Summer Camp