An Old Way with Words My father in his off-handed way imparted some advice on us. Advice of which I have shared with my children and hopefully will to their children too. “Your word is the only thing you truly own and take with you when you die.” By this he meant of all the things… Read More Your Words – Be Remembered Well!
Flesh and bone Our spark is strong But strength in one breath, Can be replaced by death. Life needs to be earned. Fragile the stone. As a feather blown When the hammer of war Rocks us to center and core. Will we never learn? Humanity is drowned When survival is crowned. Life – a struggle… Read More Survival Crowned
(2500 words) Marilyn stepped out into the sunflower field. The air was warm from the recent watering and the heads of the sunflowers were just tall enough to brush her cheek with their satiny soft petals if she leaned over just a wee bit. She knew they would be getting ready to harvest them before… Read More The Sunflower Field
(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
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