Tag Archives: creative writing

Icy tears

She opened the door to 12 bitter degrees. Wind blew through polka-dot pajamas. Tears froze on her cheeks. Moon’s full breast ached. She wanted to run barefoot into icy snow but instead whispered “Goodnight…” and burrowed beneath four blankets to … Continue reading

Posted in January 2022 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 31 Comments

The “like button” twirls, curtsies and waves goodbye (or so we think)

Yesterday the “like button” twirled, curtsied and exited stage left, waving merrily goodbye as she left. Ms. Like Button and I chatted over tea earlier in the day while the Holy poured. I laid the cards on the table as … Continue reading

Posted in What the Heart Knows | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 56 Comments

The unsayable and the ordinary

I have been trying to write a blog since 6:30 a.m. Two creative writing pieces. Each one started strong, dribbled out in the middle and seemingly died a dark and exhausted death. Kind of like carved-out pumpkins jeering back at … Continue reading

Posted in October 2020 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | 45 Comments

Winter winked its lazy ice-blue eye at us this morning.

Winter winked its lazy ice-blue eye at us this morning. Thirty seven autumn degrees, it nodded. Prepare thyselves. I am coming. Just around the pumpkin bend. Dig up those garden carrots. Finish those bunching onions. I’m coming first for the … Continue reading

Posted in September 2020 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | 39 Comments

Friday morning psalm of your grandma’s gingerbread cake and sweet Joe-Pye Weed

We’ll start this Friday morning psalm with a fleeting memory of your grandma’s gingerbread cake, or that strawberry rhubarb pie, or those sugar cookies she served you with a cold glass of milk. While you lick the crumbs of memory … Continue reading

Posted in July, 2020 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | 45 Comments