Letters float and bubble up, they string on weathered thread, like popcorn strands on Christmas trees. I clutch and nick and chomp and chew, subsequently disintegrate, with painful, funny, contorting moue. Letter float and bubble up, black on white in cytoplasmic fill, they string and coil as DNA that replicate I mush andContinue reading “Quest”

Dirty Deeds Done on Spoon Lane–– Part Two

It’s strange to think how selective memory can be: I remember details leading up to, during, and following this event, but I cannot remember what my punishment was from the courts. I must have been let off the hook legally, but rest assured parental punishment was indeed plotted, planned, and executed. After the story’s conclusion,Continue reading “Dirty Deeds Done on Spoon Lane–– Part Two”

Dirty Deeds Done on Spoon Lane

I can’t even. Think. I’ve never this stumped before.  Writing prompts are not improving the flow of creative energy through the synapses of this brain.  So, I decided to post this essay that won second place in my university writing contest in two parts.   Dirty Deeds Done on Spoon Lane (Part One) Anderson UnionContinue reading “Dirty Deeds Done on Spoon Lane”

The Woman in the Wallpaper Part Three

Today’s post is the conclusion to the short essay titled “The Woman in the Wallpaper.” The piece was composed in response to a course requirement at Simpson University. This true account was originally written in past tense. At the advice of my professor, for the purpose of this blog (and other future publications) it wasContinue reading “The Woman in the Wallpaper Part Three”

The Woman in the Wallpaper, Part Two

  Today’s post is a continuation of an essay written as a university assignment. Every detail is true, except for the name change of my then fiancé, known here as Frank.   The Woman in the Wallpaper––Part Two Months later, while roaming the aisles of Target Stores, I note a young boy of about 14Continue reading “The Woman in the Wallpaper, Part Two”

Quiet on the Blogging Front: The Happy Soul

  I’m back after a hiatus full of funk, junk and many deliveries to the local transfer station, formerly referred to as THE DUMP in childhood days.       We mark our days by events. Having surpassed the 19th anniversary of the worst day of my life, I’ve been in a funk, a funkContinue reading “Quiet on the Blogging Front: The Happy Soul”

A Polarity in Self-Awareness

Oh, the faces I make while moving through the events of an ordinary day. Something tells me I am not alone. My trail-walking face: smile, wave, greet passers-by with a cheery “Good Morning.” My traffic face: scowl, growl, and glare with shoulders scrunched up to my ears and hands raised, outspread to each side,  greet fellowContinue reading “A Polarity in Self-Awareness”

My Little Town––My Earworm

My father, 81, still lives on the property he acquired from his father in the mid 1950s. I visit him on a weekly basis, typically Sunday afternoons. On my most recent Sunday visit, I decided to listen to some oldies, via Pandora, on the Simon & Garfunkel station.  My current town is about 20 milesContinue reading “My Little Town––My Earworm”

It’s Saturday Morning–in Honolulu, USA

I didn’t make my Saturday morning blogging goal by Pacific Time, but hey, it’s Saturday morning in Honolulu. I’ll console myself with that. I’m not really the sort to be happy coming in second place, but I am elated to learn I placed second in our university writing contest. Am I maturing? Maybe, maybe not.Continue reading “It’s Saturday Morning–in Honolulu, USA”

Manic Monday

I missed my Saturday morning blog reminder again.  I’ve been buried in geometry (gulp) communication ethics, and starting my book for my English course. I’m making headway on that book: title and one paragraph of two sentences.  I console my self that it’s a start. On a side note, I accidentally omitted the “o” inContinue reading “Manic Monday”