I am no expert on the Runes but I am an admirer of the Northern Traditions. I wrote this to use with a set of rune stones to challenge my writing. Please feel free to share your comments, suggestions and/or improvements. The Writer’s Runes – The First Aett FEHU Cattle was to the people of the… Read More Writer’s Runes – The First Aett
Come on lets go see that house that caught fire.” Johanna said pulling Lisa out the door. “Poppa we are going outside to play.” She called out. If anyone of the girls could sniff out something to do that was out of the ordinary and sometimes got her sisters into trouble, it was Johanna. Dora… Read More The Blanket
(This is a short piece written in 2002. I still remember this moment on this day although most of the thousands of miles I commuted over those years barely fire off a synapsis these days. Days like this one left imprints. Word Count 700) I pulled out of the parking lot and headed over the railroad… Read More The Commute
The Bowman It was his excellence and ability, Which drew her into his ranks. The tension both light and firm His touch erotic, in its strength. Tender and gentle in its pull, Wanting in its release. Her tension grew steadily with The drawing of his beast For her, the time had finally come. The silence as… Read More The Bowman
I learned a long time ago frogs do make wonderful watchdogs and motion sensors. Rather than sounding the alarm like a watchdog it is their silence that warns you. Stepping outside at 4 am was the best way to decide how warm I was going to dress for the day. The early morning was cool… Read More Watch Frogs
You know those fleeting memories from childhood that make no sense until you mention them to an attending adult to fill in the story – this is one of those. It was a sunny afternoon. We were picnicking out in the foothills above Porterville. I have seen pictures of us out in the long… Read More An Old Rattlesnake
500 words “It’s raining now.” She whispered to the empty room. She listened, as the rain fell against the glass of the hospital window. Smiling memories of playing, dancing and walking in the rain, flooded her thoughts, her eyes closed against the starkness of her room. The machines clicked and beeped quietly around her but… Read More Going Home
The following stream I have broken up into a prose but if put all together it would look like a long, continuous single sentence paragraph. This stream is as I wrote it with all its grammatical naughties and no-nos. But I did correct misspelled words The new lines are not random in choice but are… Read More 5 Min Stream of Consciousness
