Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
This was written in response to the Trifextra Challenge: In The Scorpio Races, author Maggie Stiefvater writes, “It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.” Give us the next thirty-three words of this story, as you imagine it.… Continue Reading “Execution Day”
This is the first entry in a new series, “Eileen’s Journal”, where my sister, Eileen, shares her thoughts and insights. This is her first post…Welcome to the blogosphere, dear Sister! Note: Eileen has set up her own blog. You will find this post and… Continue Reading “Eileen’s Journal: All Saint’s Day”
Today is October 31, 2013. Today, I: …met a Ninja! …talked football with the Manning brothers! …kissed a witch and hugged a butterfly!. …bumped into several Minecraft characters and a few zombies! …gawked at a bloody-faced ghoul, who followed a line of brides, princesses… Continue Reading “Happy Hippie-hugging Halloween!”
I was home on that fateful night in April, 1989. My teenage daughter had given up on trying to stay awake to watch the championship game, broadcast “Live” from Seattle; so armed with my Pirate gear, a huge bowl of popcorn and a bottle… Continue Reading “Only a Game”
She came in with a flurry, arms wrapped around a large, open box. It’s seems that she’d been the recipient of a weekly box of farm produce, heaped graciously on her by a friend who was out of town for the week. Our, otherwise… Continue Reading “Extra-Terrestrials”
A penny for your thoughts. Oh, I don’t know. I was just thinking about tossing a shiny copper into that dried up old well. It’d be nice if it was a wishing well. Does it need water to be a wishing well? Don’t know,… Continue Reading “A Penny for Your Thoughts”
The rippling brook traverses the meadow, behind the barn. I hear the water tumbling over the remnants of a beaver dam, before I see it. But as I step tentatively on to the first board of the wooden plank bridge, It’s beauty is unfolded… Continue Reading “October Remembrance”
He sits atop the oversized piano bench, feet dangling, sidling off the edge to press the pedals. He, like his Dad before him, craves the music; is intoxicated by the idea that he can make music; by the notion that he can push a… Continue Reading “The Piano Lesson”
My dog lay sleeping; Recharging energy stores, Serene, sweet, slumber.
This was written using Trifecta prompt “Zombie”( a mixed drink made of several kinds of rum, liqueur, and fruit juice ), and for NaBloMoPo October (crunching leaves).
Written in for NaBloPoMo October: Fall posted by BlogHer. Prompt for October 4- what is your favorite Halloween costume. He could hardly stand, the weight of his costume sitting atop his frail, ten year-old frame. Though his face was covered, I could still see… Continue Reading “Mr. Penny”