The day came when she could no longer contain her anger. She picked up a crowbar and began chasing him around the back yard. The cardinal stared The wind blew hot from the west The sun bore down hard She cursed while she ran. He rushed into the house and slammed the door. She thought…
Category: Writing
Prompt: Take a Traumatic Event and Write How You Would Change How You Acted
When I was nineteen, I was sexually assaulted. A boyfriend turned mean and perverted what had been a loving sexual relationship. I spent three days locked in his apartment with him terrorizing me. I will turn 59 in a few weeks. I have spent the last 40 years carrying those three days with me. I…
Haiku: Tonight: January 3, 2012
Texas Tonight North wind blowing hard Cold clear night with bright white stars Moon shadows all round No bird sounds tonight Too frigid for sweet night songs Soft quiet prevails House lights glow yellow Promising warmth and safety Offering soft beds
Prompt: The Value of Writing or Not…
Blankness. That’s where I am now with this writing thing. Pure blank. Why is that? I can look around and see prompts I could start with: a chair, a lamp, a staircase, a corgi, a clock, folded clothes, a mirror and yet…I am not finding myself jumping in with any of these. Why? Because I…
New Year’s Day Haiku
The dictionary defines haiku |ˈhīˌkoō; ˌhīˈkoō| as a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, traditionally evoking images of the natural world. I don’t have much in me today so I think I’ll write a haiku or two. That way I can feel as if I’m doing my 20…
Writer Unboxed » Kindly, kindly look toward the new year – Great Post!
Writer Unboxed » Kindly, kindly look toward the new year.
Trying to Keep the Resolutions Realistic
Habits I Would Like to Cultivate in 2012: I want to keep these resolutions simple: 1) Walk every day at least 30 minutes. That seems like nothing, but I will have to push to make this happen. I get into my sedentary routine and the next thing I know it’s three years later. 2) Write…
Post Open House
The house is quiet. The guests are gone. The dishes have been washed and put away. We had a respectable crowd – 45 – many of whom were my favorite people. I looked around at one point and thought, “How wonderful to have many of my closest friends all in one place!” The Open House…
Reflections on 2011
Am I the only one or did this year just fly by, blending strangely with the last two or three? It’s hard for me to even isolate 2011 in my thoughts. I may have to work backwards to have any clarity on what happened this year. First, my beloved sister-in-law Sandra died in 2011. That…
Fiction Prompt: Breaking Through
It wasn’t that she didn’t love Jacob; he just drove her crazy. He was one of those men who never said what he was thinking, but instead turned silent and stared off into space whenever he was upset. Mary said to him, “Give me something to work with here, please. I need help understanding what…
20 Minutes a Day 