The women stared at the debris, stirred up by the storm. Twigs and branches were gnarled into each other, like a giant’s bird’s nest resting on the front lawn. Or what once was. A tree had toppled across the road.…
View writingGuns no longer function, tanks, missiles, surface-to-air munitions, drones. Flame-throwers, rocket launchers, swords in hand. Hands lashing out in violence, words sent out in anger, a hand raised to hit, to punch, to maim. None of it works, oil cannot…
View writingEvery once in a while And I don’t know how to repeat it I get a glimpse of a sunlit world Beautiful sand castles near the shiny sea A benign tide Long rollers Fat toddlers with big brimmed hats Digging…
View writing(Note: this follows what you read last time.) Sleet started to fall, crisping the ends of my hair. I got into the rental and drove back to my dad’s house, where my Uncle Wade was waiting on the porch with…
View writingI think my great character fault – well, one of them, anyway – was that I had no dream. I mean I had no hell-bent, clearly-focused vision of what I wanted to do, what I wanted to become. Ambitions and…
View writingWe don’t seem to like one another very much anymore in America. Not like we did before COVID, and not like we did before Trump. You’d think that the awful losses we shared during the virus and the shutdown would…
View writingTake what’s still given? I do take it; I take whatever is offered. I blank on the rest, push it aside. Yet, as I sit on this airplane and watched young parents with babies and children, I can’t help but…
View writingWe are all limited by what we think we deserve .....and when it comes to the knowledge of our futures, we are all limited by what we don't even know we don't know..... what we don't know we don't know…
View writingIs she a friend? Can I call Danielle a friend? Well, I will. Danielle is married to my stepson Paul, the youngest son of my deceased husband. That does not make him young. None of us is young. In any…
View writingBoo’s Way Dogs will eat anything. Anything. One dog of ours successfully ate and digested most of a white stripes cd when he was a pup. Another actually ate the front cover of my son’s Spanish Book but I told…
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