After getting setup, the old man led Kevin out through a gate in the white slatted fence that led into the vineyard. Grass and yellow mustard flowers grew calf-high in the spaces between the rows. They walked down the slope…
View writingAgatha breathed in the salt air. It filled her lungs like a tonic. The sea spray hit her full in the face. She breathed in her happiness and relief. America, a new land. across the sea, so far from Germany…
View writingGwen and I were from wildly different worlds. She came from a mind-blowing privilege, a college education from Wellesley, one of the Seven Sisters colleges, which I only knew about because when my guidance counsellor told me I could probably…
View writingI, too, am in no mood for poetry, though I find myself otherwise motivated anew by your kind reviews and encouraging words! And perhaps I shouldn't have read your response before writing my own, in the same way that I…
View writingWe all have a common enemy now: Trump. I am in no mood for poetry (even your glorious poems, dear partner) because though i know i have rage poems lurking in my future, for now, saddled as we all are…
View writingI’ve taken my country for granted. And why shouldn’t I have? The statement makes one guilt-ridden, as though there were not enough guilt to go around. How so, “for granted?” “My country ‘tis of thee,” we learn in grade school.…
View writingThey decided to go to the coast for a getaway, They would go to Ocean Shores. She thought about going to Ellensburg, where she went to school, Central Washington University. They would stay with the woman who used to cut…
View writingWill Luna be my new writing muse? Time will tell. Welcome to the newest member of our family, although we have known Luna for a few years now. Luna was Scott and Angie’s cat and lived in Florence, Oregon. After…
View writingThe room was bleak, dark, grey, silent, even though her room was in the middle of a house teeming with life. Agatha ignored the life. She focused on death. Losing Andres unexpectedly; Having her country turn against her teeth bared,…
View writingAnnie got home hours later, scratched from the bushes and flushed from the sun. Only it wasn’t the sun that gave her such color, it was some virus, probably from one of the cows around. The color was from the…
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