She had almost missed it. She was looking at the gray sky when she’d put out her hand to open the shiny glass door. She’d glanced at the plants in the flower boxes as she always had over the multitude of unchanging days. Today hidden within the subtle variations of sable were pops of red. … Continue reading An OK Day
I aspire to inspire all of you before I expire. I undoubtedly will respire during this exercise, but hopefully won’t perspire. I can’t transpire, because only plants do that (last I checked, not a plant). I’m not in cahoots with someone, so I can’t conspire in this endeavor. Unless you want to help? Hey Linda, … Continue reading Spires
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