Sunday, February 25, 2018. Tuesday, January 14, 2014. Sunday, January 12, 2014. Branches brush against the sky. I know what I think. I write to hear what you think.

Writer, educator, gritty optimist. A room of your own. Using images to create a timeline, bio, or an outline. A single acorn cap has many stories hidden inside take a look. What do you see? Ask it. So, You Want to Write? Write on the fly. April Song on the Vineyard. Light a Candle on the Darkest Night. Good Dads Have Sex Appeal. Chocorua Writers Workshop January 2018.

Well, almost every day. One Life or The Lives of Chester Knowles. House of the Rising Sun Compendium. The Cement Animal Sculpture Compendium.

Lookin to catch some new words. Shade and rustling leaves sigh. The attribute my radar seeks. But time plays tricks as we both know. For every time my true love speaks.

This letting of words is my treatment. it pulls all the toxins from my mind, body, and soul. My newest adventure is underway. It has lead me to take up residency in a new blog,. Like the Feathers of an Arrow. But postings here will be limited. Sunday, July 6, 2014. Another One Bites the Dust. Thursday, March 20, 2014.

Nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands. OR SCREAM IN ALL CAPS. Or if you need a prompt you can check out one of the past prompts, like the Shadorma. The bar is open just for you.

In Search of the Natural Order. The days end with copper glints. As swifts scream out the balm of night. The drawing curtains, ever. On the windowsill the sphinxing cat.