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Reading While Writing

07/06/2016 14:27:41 PM

I tend to read less when writing. (Something about too many words running around my head and eye glaze.) Then something fantastic happened. The book I was reading to avoid my own writing turned to shit 500 pages in. Kinda sad considering I would ...

100 on Bliss

10/04/2015 18:27:40 PM

The salted sleep, the ocean waves, sand between my toes, safety, peace, the world revolving round, trees in the wind, all the simple things neglected or that which has been taken for granted. The heart fractured and now opening, healing, the ...

Revised ‘Finicky Eater’

07/05/2015 14:48:10 PM

When I originally put Finicky Eater on this site, the story was still in its infancy. As in a couple of months removed from being written and of first draft quality. It has since moved into a toddling second draft with another go round of editing ...

100 on Soundtrack

06/02/2015 12:40:55 PM

It is the voice in my head on continuous loop. The one I cannot turn off, the one I’d like to sometimes drown. The song stuck with half word and sounds unexpressed. The soundtrack of a life in progress with many stops and starts. More comforting ...

Best part of Shawshank Redemption

05/28/2015 18:16:13 PM

In a post honoring a friend, I gave a brief explanation of what the Stephen King quote, “Get busy living or get busy dying” meant to me. The ending of this movie is one of my favorites, partly because  of Morgan Freeman, who doesn’

Mayfield

05/28/2015 18:03:36 PM

One of my favorite Stephen King quotes, as said by Morgan Freeman in Shawshank Redemption is “Get busy living or get busy dying.” In times of true uncertainty those words were the fire that kept me hanging on. So I honored them in a predated ...

Why Stephen is King

05/11/2015 12:36:25 PM

I’ve been behind on my Stephen King reading, he is prolific, and just finished Blaze – a good fun romp of a read. Even knowing how the book was going to end, (it is his homage to Of Mice and Men) I had hope I was wrong. As a reade ...

Printed in 1935

04/30/2015 12:02:27 PM

Last week I was sidetracked by a good cause. Rescuing old books from an uncertain future is a precarious habit given the current state of my bookshelves. There is something about a book, the feel of the pages, the slight imprint of the words, ...

The Intent is what matters, not perfection.

04/23/2015 13:45:50 PM

Sounds easy, doesn’t it? The Universe keeps sending me this sound bite and today I found myself writing it to another but the message was equally (if not more so) meant for me. I am a perfectionist. If I were to give thought to the reason ...

Books…

03/15/2015 11:21:22 AM

Those mystic things With timeless beings And worlds standing still They give my heart a thrill I walk through pages Of all the ages Battling countless foes And sharing in characters’ woes Whether digital, found on a Nook or Kindle  My how ...

100 on Content

12/26/2014 09:35:18 AM

It is a word I rarely use these days. Seems I misplaced contentment upon entering the birth of another year. Funny how strongly I held it, how well I remember the feel and the taste. For something that so quickly slipped my grasp I do not recall ...

100 Words on Adapt

12/23/2014 09:00:03 AM

I’ve adapted to the chaos, to the push pull, to the thoughts going round and round on this merry go round here alone inside my head. I’ve adapted to the dance of two steps forward one step back, of singing a little off key. I’ve adapted ...

100 Words on Google

12/18/2014 12:36:36 PM

My God Send. What on earth did I do before Google? Actually try to remember things? Got an argument over a not so known fact, need directions, or have a book report due the next day? Count on Google to save your day. Want to download a picture, ...

100 Words on Auspicious

12/15/2014 12:20:37 PM

Could have been the day I brought that tiny black brown thing home. Seemed more the foretold bad omen of one running across your path. A lifelong commitment, what am I thinking? 15-20 years or until one of you dies. Don’t get attached, you ...

100 on Sacrifice

12/12/2014 12:12:52 PM

Sacrifice is what he gave me. Sacrifice is what I gave him. Thousands of strands wrap it all up in a pretty bow. No words can describe, no words can encompass the feelings swirling in the air. Stand close, stand near; watch the slight of hand ...

Seaside thoughts

12/05/2014 11:34:08 AM

The sea gave and it took away, pushing inland, receding, wave after wave. I’d have gone with it if I could. Perhaps numbed myself in the eternity of such a gentle lull but I knew it would not last. Breathing in, breathing out even this I cannot ...

100 on Paw Prints

12/03/2014 17:33:51 PM

You were not mine by paper, name or deed. I didn’t pick you out or bring you home. I wasn’t there for the puppy years. In curses your name passed from family lips. Stubborn and smart. Our mini cow. Your place is cemented in my heart. I will ...

Wild Horses

11/09/2014 09:32:30 AM

Wild thing, heart unbroken, moving free across the miles The tundra your playhouse, the whispering grass and wind, your friends Traps set, now sprung. Magnificent beast fallen to your knees Ropes they strap upon your flesh Binding and herding ...

Wild Horses Pic

11/07/2014 13:44:56 PM

100 on Accommodate

11/04/2014 11:40:04 AM

Outside of family and friends do any of us really pay attention to the wishes or needs of another? In this increasingly ego driven greedy little rat race the basics of please and thank you have become passé. Accommodation is the welcome mat ...

100 on Drizzle

09/23/2014 10:56:52 AM

It is that kind of day, cast over, clouds of navy and grey blocking any of the sun’s rays. I suppose I should be glad, nature’s watering day, yet the ground squelches its soggy belch. My sandaled feet drown in puddles (no one said I was ...

Book Lover’s Delight!

09/22/2014 17:41:48 PM

Twice a year, each on a Saturday I get giddy. It feels like my birthday and Christmas rolled into one. Why, you may ask? Bag day at the Ponte Vedra Beach Library. It is here I find vintage books the world has forgotten, authors whose works line ...

The Naïve Idealist

09/07/2014 17:56:52 PM

Suria sat stiff against the wall. Unlike the others, her eyes refused to dart back and forth in anxious sideway glances. Instead, they remained fixed ahead on the door. The image of her neighbor’s orange tabby sunning itself came to mind. ...

Walking in the Rain

09/03/2014 12:03:10 PM

Started with a fight Bound to be a long night Words punctuating air Moving us beyond repair And then… The rain Falling, falling down as we walked without sound. A puddle stomped here, A splash there, Anger transforming Hearts warming Walking ...

100 on Birthday Wishes

08/18/2014 17:17:03 PM

I’d wish for you a sea of blue, the color remembered in your dreams. I’d wish for you a shore of endless sand – your home land. I’d wish your sorrows away if they didn’t make you who you are. I’d wish you the joy of childhood hours, ...

100 on Eyebrow

08/07/2014 15:31:19 PM

I see them stare back at me, mine in shape and definition. An odd realization, the shock of this arbitrary line passed from the dead. Three generations it spans. Each eyebrow the same in arch and style, color too. What happened to the genetic ...

Snipped from novel Stained

08/06/2014 16:21:50 PM

These children can’t understand how time will change things, how relationships and children will change things. Some wounds are to the core and while cleaned, bandaged, and sutured, shrapnel is left behind. There are those lucky enough to ...

FinicKy Eater – Chapter 2

07/31/2014 19:57:12 PM

Chapter Two Silence surrounded her. Lemus had left and Komono, ever in search of food, had tired of the emptiness of her trash cans. By the play of light seeking entrance through the blinds, night remained an hour or two away. Kasha stretched ...

100 on Capering

07/24/2014 10:28:28 AM

Capering on the shore where earth and sea collide. Crushed shells a pumice beneath my feet, toes dance the waters of incoming waves. Salt spray and sun adding to the fun. Moonlit walks, afternoon runs, chasing a dog or his forgotten tennis ball, ...

Beauty In…

07/23/2014 11:27:21 AM

Beauty in the shift of day to night, and back again. From the parched dry earth under rain held clouds Longing for reprieve from life’s misery. All it takes is a spark to light the fires once again. Eternity keeps spinning in perfect sync ...

100 on One Hundred

07/15/2014 09:30:42 AM

My lips turn in a private smile with this 100. Like a favorite book with worn pages, its magical passages marked by dog ears and slips of paper so I can retrace another’s words. Gifts given without prejudice or recourse, of these there are ...

Flash Fiction – “Reflection”

07/12/2014 17:22:19 PM

Reflection is a lost art, thought Virgil. He took a deep breath from the plastic tubing forcing air into his nose. His dry, cracked lips refused to smile, but inside his heart glowed with the warmth of memory. It was the one organ which never ...