A little treat for the snow. You wouldn’t believe the bad rep it gets. Maybe you would. But…’tis the season for forgiveness? Snow A subtle difference is in the sky, A light to dream or softly whisper by— As if, with Heaven’s quiet grace endowed, A candle flame were whisk’d within each cloud, And showingContinue reading “Because That’s What Snow Is, Right?”
On the theme of “Reservation,” why not write about one of the greatest social enigmas of all–getting to know a stranger? And what if that stranger just happened to be the world’s most savage literary critic, Edgar Allan Poe? Wallie and I decided to explore the reservations between strangers (and not-quite strangers) meeting for theContinue reading “Your Reputation Precedes You”
A Happy New Year from “Wallie’s Wentletrap!” New Year We wait upon the next New Year But we are far from new, my dear; There is reflection in your gaze That lingers on the dimming days Likewise a line that thins your cheek And marks the weary way of weeks— The minutes making months andContinue reading “Welcome New Year — 2018”
For today’s writing prompt, “Almost,” I thought I would offer up something from a work-in-progress. It’s a romance–the woman is nouveau riche and the man, while his family name is respected, is broke as a pauper. The woman has a dark secret–she is dying of cancer–and she knows the man, Ethan Dyle, is only tryingContinue reading “Love in Masks”
Well, Wallie and I couldn’t think of anything more extravagant than a warm welcome aboard an alien spaceship. So, as prompted– *** ‘Welcome, and all aboard! Welcome to the first ever inter-planetary light-speed multidimensional transcendental comprehensive anti-matter spacecraft available for lease! Posi-matter can be used on demand if preferred, but there is more of aContinue reading “ET Hospitality”
Let it not be said that I did not enjoy Gabrielle Zevin’s The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry. I did enjoy it. In fact, I only write reviews if I hate or love a book, and I very much hated and loved The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry.
You ask me why I read a book. There is no reason I can tell; No word nor phrase can match the maze Where my bedeviled fancies dwell.