You’re a writer. You’re always writing something, whether it’s a list, stream of consciousness prose, a song, a poem, a novel, a screenplay, graffiti on a wall. You love the smell of stationery and stationery stores, paper, pens, printers, and sharpened pencils. Ideas for what to write come in floods. You can’t possibly use all …
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Along With A Meal
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 …
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 …
Fruit
By their fruits you shall know them. Fruit of your loins and fruit of your actions. Everything is fruit. We are apples of someone’s eye and apples of the sun. We have Adam’s apples, and coconuts. We are dried up old prunes. We smell fresh like lemons. A pregnant woman is said to look like she’s …
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