This a photo is of a mailbox up the street from my house. It’s not my mailbox. It is my prompt for today’s writing. Jessica got out of her mail truck. She walked to the collection of boxes-on-a-post, Jerry’s name for the mailboxes, and inserted her key in the back and opened it. That small … Continue reading Boxes
Rules: Have fun! Give me a pingback* (WordPress only) or a link to your writing in the comments. I'd love to read what you've written! FYI: Emu at Catoctin Wildlife Preserve, October 2017 *Pingbacks occur automatically when you include this webpage address in your post. My writing is below. Fred "Don't look at me." "You're … Continue reading Wildthings Wednesday – 9/22/21
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,”.
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