Category creative writing
The cat- atop human bed. The dog – curled tight. The house – silent. I – gratefully living.
Above my writing desk hangs a pin board. It’s frame is a rich nutty leather; the color of walnut or a horse saddle. The board itself is laid with copper velvet and criss-crossed with half-inch wide copper ribbon. Over the years this board has served a multitude of purposes: assignment/paper calendar, receipt holder, photograph display. […]
Trigger warning: This post vividly describes bulimic behavior. I sat on the bathroom floor with a gallon of vanilla ice-cream positioned between my thighs. I’d arrived home from school, stripped off my jeans, pulled on gray cotton boxers shorts and headed for the freezer. Outside the temperature was spiking 92. I was hot, […]
Following my fuzzy shepherd, I stepped outside into the wintry back garden. The snow, now in piles and furrows from her excited romping and rolling, brightly reflected white into my eyes. Warm winter white. As I turned my eyes upward I could see only deep bright blue and white fluffy clouds. Icicles dripping and pooled […]
Writers are beautiful. Writers have folded legs and folded hands sitting loosely on their laps. Their arms are not folded- lest to wrap in a welcomed embrace of Toni or another consensual community-seeker. Writers upturn eyes and downturn chins. They listen intently while staring into the distance or at the speaker’s profile. They do not […]
My friend Toni runs a weekly writing group that, at different times, I have tried to attend. Sadly, I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve managed to make it across the river and to his home. Thankfully, Toni regularly shares writing prompts through Facebook that, over the years, I’ve dipped into […]