Tag Archive: prose

A Pause Most-needed

The silky film Dances lightly beyond there Framed by white boards Three candle sticks Firm, thin, red, unlit Held in an iron grasp, sturdy A crisp sheet Drapes smooth over the seat Where… Continue reading

The Carpenter Who brought Candy

“During the summer I turned 10, my neighbours next door renovated their house. There were contractors, plumbers, painters and one carpenter who came by everyday. I didn’t like the noise: lots of hammering… Continue reading

List Poem: A Lost Phone

Ticket and passport in hand. Finally, like a dream, England bound! English hotel is perfect, atmosphere intoxicates Small London suburb is home away from home A taste of business life: crazy opposite-side-of-street commute… Continue reading

Fascinating Fortunes…

Some Fun Word Play 🙂 1. You will find Deep Purpose in the rain. 2. Your Life will take an unexpected turn when you pass a RED car. 3. Listen closely to the… Continue reading

Novel Update #7

I got choked up. I actually got emotional when I completed my… novel outline yesterday. Yes just the outline. But you see the outline, which has been written and rewritten a hundred times,… Continue reading

DP Challenge: Fifty

She stood in the driveway and stared at the house that used to be HOME. A life no longer hers betrayed by actions she…didn’t regret. A shared routine now, part-time parent, drop offs… Continue reading

Maybe…

“Where is he?” he asked. “He’s out back,” she said. They exited through the deck doors to the backyard. “I thought you said he was here?” he asked annoyed. “He was. Honey? Honey… Continue reading

Novel Update 6: Fiction sample

Cooper stood in the elevator nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. At the Fifth floor, he walked out and carefully pulled the collar up on his leather jacket as… Continue reading

Before Christmas Break…

“Do not hunt for subjects, let them choose you, not you them. Only do that which insists being done and runs right up against you, hitting you in the eye until you do… Continue reading

Christmas Wrapping

Whirling, the colour it crinkles around, My head is a mess with the chaos and sound. Desperately trying to find where it goes, Walking so carefully upon my toes. Nothing should break, all… Continue reading