FF: Late for Work Again

PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast CLICK TO JOIN I turn down the music in my 2022 Ford pickup and wait for my boss to answer the call, which she does right away. “What is it this time?” she asks. “Flat tire?” “Does it matter?” I ask, watching the geese cross the road in front of […]

93: The Truths We Hold

This is the third post in my series on Kamala Harris and the reasons I heartily support her candidacy for president. In fact, and I hate saying this, because I hate feeling this – the election should not feel this way. I feel a moral imperative, a clear good and bad, between the former prosecutor […]

FF: Dreaming of You

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields COME ON IN, THE WATER’S FINE Like lightning hits water, memories of you leave me tranquil as death. “How are you doing?” Somewhere between just fine and falling to pieces. Waiting in line, another childless cat lady with a coupon: buy one, get one free. I’ve loved more, lost more […]

98 – Christian Nationalism Isn’t

2nd post of my series on the 2024 presidential election, and I’m still debating if I even want to type any of this, because it feels stupid. No one cares. (Is anyone even going to read this? Does it matter? Should it matter? This is like a fire in my bones and I can’t not, […]

100 – Kamala for President 2024

It’s 100 days until the election here in the United States of America, and I’m playing with the idea of starting a blog series sharing some of my thoughts on the subject. In the back of my mind, I can feel people telling me that writers shouldn’t take sides, because we want to appeal to […]

FF: Hope

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot CLICK TO JUMP IN Hi, my name is Hope, and no, I don’t mean the human name. I’m not human. No, I’m that little spark left at the bottom after Pandora opened that horrible box, the one that released evil into the world. I’m that Hope. I can’t guarantee things […]

G is for Goryo

Alone in a strange land, she died, unknown and unmourned, not for many days, and yet. And yet.  Her spirit lingers even now, in those she tried to help, those she could not save. And, they say, if you wander the field at night, if you mean any ill, she might drag you down, as […]

F is for Fire

It is now the time of fire and flame, the time to celebrate the high feast of Beltane. As one of the last of a long line who truly remembers the old ways, one of the last of our kind, I stand at the edge of the ritual circle with my athame in hand, as […]

FF and A-Z: Evening

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook Back before we had scientists and telescopes in space, all we knew for sure was that sometimes – and you never knew when – evening, that magical time of darkness, would come unexpectedly. A hush falls on the land, animals become restless, crickets chirp. Is this evening or morning now? […]

D is for Doors

I vowed that this would be the last time I walked through another door, the last time I stepped into yet another world. The loss had become too much, people I’d loved and had to leave behind, unable to explain where I had gone. This time, it appears as purple door, its brass knob cold […]