Warning, this post is 10% spiritual reflection AND 90% literary criticism of a Neil Gaiman story called The Truth Is a Cave in the Black Mountains. As such it will contain spoilers for an excellent piece of fiction. At base, the narrative works as a really good story about fitting vengeance delayed. Or … about […]
It’s September – already – and the first Wednesday in September which means ISWG Day, the day when we come together and talk about writerly stuff. September 2 (optional) question: If you could choose one author, living or dead, to be your beta partner, who would it be and why? Haha, okay universe. This is […]
Faint echoes of memoryWill illuminate even the darkest night. Ghosts of stars long dead speak to stars as yet unborn. Trust me.We got (will have gotten will one day get) this.The same new-old story:Trust-Let me fall so that youcan catchme. Hold metight, It’s true – that my starEvaporated long ago.I remainA question that lingers. In […]
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll CLICK FROGGIE TO JOIN in your eyesi seeburning coalssmoldering yearning tospring to life. what would happen if-but we can’t-but we can,we must, We will. other loves, other forms,other livesrecede into the distance. take me asI am.tongues of fire burncoals not consumed by heat,hearts pulsing to one beatyearning to befreeyou, as […]
This past week, I had a couple of interesting online conversations going on, one with a fundamentalist Christian, the other with this Roman Catholic group I’m involved with online. With the former, I found myself spending a lot of time trying to explain why I do not base my entire faith life on the Bible. […]
Divine Dance I want to snap my fingers and ribbons of creation join and part and join together. Listen. I desire to whisper to you like the cosmic background radiation that proves all is not empty, some shadowless void. Turn. I burn to spin and pull you in like fragments of dense matter Galaxies and […]
PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields CLICK THE DANCING FROG TO ADD YOUR LINK I was homeless and had nothing. She had everything: a car and a house and a kind word for a stranger…. Years later, at her funeral, I break down. My feelings are a mess. In my dreams, I thought I’d see her again. […]
I have so many thoughts racing through my head this week. It is the 75th anniversary of what some call a necessary act of war and others (like myself) not-so-privately think of as a terrorist act against a mostly-civilian population: the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Many people I’ve known and forgotten and remembered, who […]
PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast I first saw you in my dreams. I knew you might not actually exist. That was part of the excitement. Other lovers pale in comparison. Then, came Ostara. Then, came the night. We met across the sacred fire, its flames reflected in your eyes. All that time, you were dreaming […]
August is here already! And it’s the first Wednesday in August which means ISWG Day, the day when us writers get together and compare writerly notes. To be honest, I have nothing much to say this month. I was thinking about skipping when I saw the optional question: August 5 question – Quote: “Although I […]
