Three Line Tales: Week 177

Week 177 Eve was being watched and she knew it, so she stopped in the middle of the street to give them a better look. She was tired of running.…

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Another excerpt from my abandoned novel

This post contains affiliate links. Friday again. It wasn’t such a bad week. Fall is here, the leaves are turning, and I get to wear sweaters. I have this huge…

Text in binder

My abandoned novel

I was writing a novel twenty-something years ago. I gave it up because it was too autobiographical, too much of me feeling sorry for myself. I’ve decided to share random…

Sparrow on a wire

Weekend Writing Prompt: Vulnerable

We are often afraid and always anxious. We think we are vulnerable. We are not. We are eternal. That’s my belief.

Mixed media art journal page

What and how?

I ask myself when I wake What am I doing? How should I proceed? What does my soul want? What does it need? I question my authority when I chime…

Writing on a Timer

I set the timer for 20 minutes. I was afraid to make it 30. The goals is to just write. It occurred to me yesterday that I could surely make…

An old poem

Bones and All I remember dancing in like a red fever Surrounding you with fire A brilliant blaze Two sacred angels Circling like velvet smoke Slowly embracing Melting Bones and…

3 Line Tales Week 148

3 Line Tales Lalo via Unsplash We were born free You are free too Join us in living

With Words

I’ve seen many crows flying around in my town for the last few days. These are sizable birds. When I see birds I think they must have a message for…

We Dance

We dance the dance again tonight You with all those arms legs Wrestling with the beat Me a glowing wiggling worm My moves produce a stifling heat You thrust, then…