One Tiny Window

The one tiny window was glued shut with many gummy layers of paint.  It had never been opened as far as Ramon knew.  Problem was, it was the only way out of the silo workshop now that the ladders to the loft space had been sabotaged.  He was getting hungry.  And thirsty.  Twelve year old single malt scotch was not going to be good for dehydration.

What’s New?

well, I revised my site, and that’s new.  But more importantly, my daffodils are new, my latest trip over a throw rug is new (lovely new knee bruise), the smell in my compost collection can is new, and the appearance of the sandhill cranes is new.  What’s new with you?

The Undergod

She peers out from inside the mountain.  The mountain is new, created by volcanoes and the hot lava of a newly forming planet, but our Undergod doesn’t care.  She and the mountain are one, and if part of her has joined the hot, then cooling lava, silt, and gravel on its way to the ocean, it’s a journey that intrigues her.  It’s a kind of travel after all.  She is spreading.  She is considering becoming the ocean floor when her mountain is finally worn completely away.  Wider, looser, a bit more ebbing and flowing as she feels the weight of all that water overhead, and above the water–sky.  And something else, someone else, up there in the sky?  A companion perhaps?  She feels a heat return.

Is this creation or just fantasy?  Surely you have your own creation myth.  This is why we write, after all.

Take Me to Your Leader

Just trying to get your attention.  This challenge is one more galumphing bonanza.  Try it!




–Letter opener


It’s Haiku Time

Late winter’s beige grass

By the deep blue of spring skies

Scent of snow, no buds.

Home Stead

It occurs to me that one of the icons of our lives is our home ground, our home stead, our point of origin, or perhaps the destination we’ve always yearned for.  Even so, that’s not a story until you describe how hard it was to either survive it or reach it.

Location is often the origin of story.  Where are you now?

Give Me a Story

Give me a story that includes these five elements:  a crack in the sidewalk, rat poison, rust-colored corduroy pants, leftover lasagna, and Einstein.

I could use a good story.