Hanging by a Feather
Feathers in every color, fall from above. One lingers, kisses my palm. Motionless, I marvel at it. Oh, the possibilities! “Mama!” She screams. “I’m hungry!” The feather melts away. I light… Read more »
Feathers in every color, fall from above. One lingers, kisses my palm. Motionless, I marvel at it. Oh, the possibilities! “Mama!” She screams. “I’m hungry!” The feather melts away. I light… Read more »
The wonderful Nancy Koziol has nominated me for a this award. I am thrilled that a writer of Nancy’s caliber said that she enjoys what I write. I “met” Nancy… Read more »
Muses and ideas are fickle and stubborn. They don’t care if you have a deadline or a writing marathon. They show up whenever they want to.
A thought, an idea grazes my brain. She’s touching me, but barely. She plays coy. I try to catch her, but she’s mercury.
A short fiction in response to Yeah Write’s weekly fiction prompt – “He looked overworked at only half past noon.” Pic Credit – David Clare on Flickr It was a beautiful spring… Read more »
Five grammar jokes/puns which made me chuckle. Enjoy! 1. This grammar Nazi pirate! 2. Let’s eat Grandpa! Let’s eat, Grandpa! Don’t be a psycho! Use Commas! 3…. Read more »