Aug 19, 2021Member-onlyThe Lonely WriterHer affliction materialized around age five, and has endured over these many years. Secluded in her sanctuary, she writes, deep thoughts, hidden dreams, secret fears. She wraps them in pretty packages, labels each a different name. Throws them into circumstances, and pulls them out again. She bashes them, then mends…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Mar 22, 2020Member-onlyShuttered TownsStrategic Pause as a COVID-19 Battle Tactic — Quiet streets in a quiet, western town. Damp pavement reflects the glow of lights illuminating the echo of recent crowds. A meandering river searches for her fans. Empty tables coated in the thinnest hint of dust in these early days of social distancing. This is Texas, where dust multiplies faster…Covid-191 min readCovid-191 min read
Dec 11, 2019Member-onlyWriter’s Block and EggnogDiscouraged My word well is empty a stone hollow of musty air and no moisture to germinate tales Why do I ponder over and over to make sense of the words drifting through my imagination No one but me sees the truth in the chaos until I slide-puzzle the words into an order…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Nov 5, 2019Member-onlyWhere Have All The Stories Gone?A Writer's Lament — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Oct 29, 2019Member-onlyJunk DrawerI pawed through my junk drawer, searching for a pen but found a silver padlock instead. Did I have the matching key? If I did, the lock would no longer qualify as junk. Why do people keep useless stuff? Are we too lazy to clean out the broken bits of…Inspirational3 min readInspirational3 min read
Oct 23, 2019Member-onlyTeddySherry Abbott grabbed the basket of clean clothes and headed for the stairs. Along the way, she wrestled her daughter’s stuffed teddy bear from the jaws of their gray cat Mimi. No easy feat, as Mimi had it pinned to the piano bench in a freakish cat wrestling move. She…Fiction11 min readFiction11 min read
Published inMidnight Mosaic Fiction·Oct 20, 2019Member-onlyFlat TireChrystal Manning clutched the steering wheel with white fingers. The rusty loaner car lurched along the deserted road. Traffic lights reflected off the damp pavement in a flash dance of red and green. The Deejay’s soothing voice (Dr. what’s her name) droned on. …Fiction4 min readFiction4 min read
Oct 7, 2019Member-onlyLove Thy Neighbor“What’s that noise?” Janna Acworth paused the movie she was watching. She glanced at her mom reclined on the chaise sofa surrounded by stacks of documents. “What noise?” murmured Sylvia Acworth. Her slender fingers never missed a beat as she entered text in the laptop perched on her knees. Thwomp…Fiction13 min readFiction13 min read
