Feel like a cat trapped inside while a flock of birds has landed in the yard? There’s a whole lot of chasing, and catching, and victory out there. It’s visible, but out of reach. The birds strut around pecking at seeds, unaware that they are so tasty, so tempting. Ha! Birds. They’re not even as brilliant …
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Parades
In a simpler place, at a simpler time, a parade. Every day at rush hours, the work parade. Nature’s parade (a duck mother and ducklings). Greedy for a show, the people goad the fire department into leading an extended, loud procession. A parade of fire fighters, along with anyone who wants to follow them down the …
A Writer’s Dream, or Nightmare?
O magnificent pen! What joys you bring! Shall I wax poetic about thee, dear pen? Nah. I’ll save it for poetry hour. However, now that I’ve weeded out all the readers who judge what they read by the first line of anything, I’ll get to the good stuff. Did you know there are ball …
Imagination Is Everything
You know how it goes. It’s night. The lights are off. When you look into the corner of your room, there’s someone sitting there who shouldn’t be there. Whoever it is, they wear dark clothes, and an even darker expression on their face. They don’t move, but you’re staring so intently at this mysterious person …
Wordswirl
Recollections wreck elections. I know there are things needing to be done. Lope to the kitchen. I watch ditches. Sink spirits like a loose cannon. Water cannon. Cold sweat overtakes me. I know there are things needing to be done. Anxiety knew long before as it crowded my brain migraine. Ache eats into my subconscious. Need …
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