GUE unsettled
If you want that kind of pain, you can look under the category of “Conversations,” and there you will find more conversations with GUE (God, the Universe, and Everything.) As you can tell,… Continue reading
If you want that kind of pain, you can look under the category of “Conversations,” and there you will find more conversations with GUE (God, the Universe, and Everything.) As you can tell,… Continue reading
Sue Vincent Rodeo Classic in honor of an amazing blogger. I’ve participated in her #writephoto many times, and have enjoyed the journals about her travels to ancient sites. For readers who haven’t visited… Continue reading
January 28, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about life as a river of consciousness. Think about the possibilities of the prompt. Go where the prompt leads! If… Continue reading
Life will become what it is, my time a flash of tiny light dancing in a celestial stream. . Why fear death when the prison of body falls away? We soar above the… Continue reading
Life. That place between birth and death. Some days I think Birth and Death have a bet going. Can’t you just see it? Birth says, “Let’s throw some humans on top of Earth… Continue reading
Abandoned down a dirt road they pattered into my life. Brothers side by side. …and now… Other Brother Coon Cat asks, with a tremulous meow, “Why am I alone?” After eight years he… Continue reading
If you want to participate, here’s the link: https://ramblingsofawriter2016.com/2018/01/17/weekly-tanka-prompt-poetry-challenge-week-80-nature-peace/ <_><_><_> OKAY — I’m trying something new and don’t know what the H.E. double L I’m doing. These are the rules for the following particular… Continue reading
If you want to participate, here’s the link: https://scvincent.com/2017/09/28/thursday-photo-prompt-signs-writephoto/ Anywhere but here, I know not where I travel, avoidance my path. Bones speak to my fears displayed on a wall where all… Continue reading
#writephoto Click on the link to find out how to participate. Rock away the years …Rocking horse to rock’n’roll… creak your rocking chair. Slowly growing toward death, children learn our fear of life.