crisp, Shasta daisies strands of black, freshwater pearls — you cheated again?
It isn’t so bad, considering. There is a sink, a wobbly wooden table, a cot and even a bathroom. The location is perfect: off a seldom-traveled path, hidden by monstrous, gnarled oak trees. Every day, Those People bring me food and water. Sometimes, The Man comes alone. I don’t like what he makes me do. […]
This week’s writing prompt at 3LineTales is the image below. Niles was damned sick and tired of looking at Liam’s butt swishing back & forth. Wherever they went, Liam got to lead the way while Niles brought up the rear like some kind of disciple. Even though the uniforms were cool and it was a […]
Springtime on the farm: birds sing, flowers bloom, flies buzz animal’s tails swat.
A Cinquain Memories of us (tender, sublime, captivating) — like wildfire in my imagination
This week’s writing prompt over at 3linetales is the image below. It was one of those times when you just knew something big was going to happen — even the air seemed to sizzle with anticipation. The three of us got comfortable beneath a willow tree, waiting, watching, wondering, and eventually dozing off. I […]
the old live oak dripping with Spanish moss and tenderly inscribed with our initials gentle and forever to the stars and back
Lost in fantasies of Ms. Flavor-of-the-Week? Your silence screams her.
I’ve not seen it, but the damp-dirt fragrance; (that musky mystique!) dazzles my blind mind’s eye. Rain’s shimmer—an almost-sound— splash-dancing thirsty lawns. Razored Lightening slicing; silencing Thunder’s echoed moans. Then, Sunshine sings a bow of rain in colors I can hear. The Daily Post
The fire in your eyes and the sweetness of your lips— How can I say no?