Monthly Archives: April 2019

For Sophia

I discarded riches, discarded clothes Discarded flesh from off my bones To take the step incomparable To stand before you, Vulnerable. Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt Advertisements

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What Pegman Saw: Different Times

Different times Different places Different people With different life-courses So many ways to live a life So many triggers to needless strife. Written for What Pegman Saw

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Upon a Woodland Floor

When the woods turn blue I know spring has settled in, and summer won’t be long. The task is which photos to use. So many this year. And amongst the blue, shyly hiding, there is white. Photos all taken in … Continue reading

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The Lone Pine

I remember this hilltop pine plantation. I watched it grow from knee-high dinky saplings, to a dark and forbidding pathless place, devoid of life. I returned after twenty years away to discover the canopy had risen high, and the light … Continue reading

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CCC24: Knock-knock

KNOCK-KNOCK Now who is that, come so late to complain of his fate? KNOCK-KNOCK Who dares to tap in the dead of night just to plead his miserable plight? KNOCK-KNOCK The lord turned over, ignored whoever had come to implore. … Continue reading

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #24

Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN Here’s how it works: Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.) You respond with something CREATIVE Here are some suggestions: An answering photo A … Continue reading

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Beneath the Pier

Down to the shore I went, to find some pressable pieces. A frond of seaweed that looked like a mat. a short frayed length of plastic tat, and a paper bag, with sand pressed in its creases. Back in the … Continue reading

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