Daily Prompt: Play Lexicographer ~*~ My dream come true. A word to call my own. Playing with the alphabet. I’m in the danger zone. A brainstorm of confusion Puzzling my thought. A word game I alone can play Culled from all that I’ve been taught. Got it! “Lexinaffle: ~ verb ~ the inability to dream up a new … More The Writer’s Danger Zone
Daily Prompt: Embrace the Ick ~*~ Interviewer: “Tell me, Ms. Doright, when do you first recall embracing the much maligned vegetable many of our readers would agree is icky? My notes don’t actually tell me what the vegetable is, perhaps you could elaborate?” Ms. Doright: “All in good time … Honestly, I just made up my mind it was … More The Much Maligned Vegetable
Daily Prompt: Free Association Home ~ Sanctuary Soil ~ Harm Rain ~ Weep ~*~ Harm not my sanctuary, lest I weep, For here is where my heart doth rest, My weary body sleep. Tis here I close my tired eyes, Replenish here my soul And find within my stirring depths The truth that makes me whole. … More Harm Not My Sanctuary, Lest I Weep
Daily Prompt: Enough is Enough ~*~ ~*~ Insatiable. You are. Not to be satisfied at any time, by any means, because the soul lost knows not when enough is enough. Searching for what never can be for you know not that for which you seek. And I, your convenient and invisible slave, drown in your endless need at any expense, … More Insatiable
Weekly Writing Challenge: Ice, Water, Steam (Stream of consciousness philosophizing going on here. Read at your own risk. 😉 ) Who I am is not who I was. And yet, without who I was I would not be who I am. Ice is not without its essence ~ water. Steam is not without its essence ~ water. Perhaps, … More Water Philosophy in Brief
Weekly Writing Challenge: Hindsight is 20/20 To me the word “hindsight” smacks of regret, and worry, and wasted energy, but for this exercise I’ll lay aside my misgivings and share a brief examination of some things I wish I’d done, in hindsight, in 2014. This year has been a time of tremendous growth and recovery on so … More In Hindsight …
~*~ Aren’t you going to write something? I don’t know what to write about. That’s awfully rich for someone with a head full of words. You keep telling me you see things to write about all the time, and yet you can’t put pen to paper? I can’t explain it. It’s easier said than done. The … More Baa … d
~*~ “There’s a gentleman I’d like you to meet,” announces my dear friend, Sara Bartholomew-McCreedy with a rustle of silk and wink of an eye. I’m a young, childless widow, thanks to the Battle of Vittorio Veneto, and this outing is a rare treat after a year of mourning. They say “Missing in Action” … More The Stranger
~*~ “The world is bent on destruction at the hands of those who would themselves destroy …” Grandma Rose raised her tea cup to her lips and sipped. She seemed unperturbed by her words, while I sensed my rose-coloured glasses slipping. “Fighting for peace is not the wise course, but those who know not … More Peace Rose
~*~ The gentle gypsy gestures for me to stand beside her. I move over yet keep my distance, still feeling my uncertainty. “Good,” Erzebet’s voice is comforting. “Just a few things I would say before you enter the Sacred Circle of Hidden Wisdom.” She smiles reassuringly, noting my discomfiture. “Don’t worry, you are perfectly safe as … More Lost and Found … Part III
Shedding Light on the Family Tree 