For All We Know

Stories, stories everywhere. Especially here.     This   Everything catches my eye: spent blossoms of blue plumbago in a small tidy heap vivid beneath grass-green leaves and its whip-like stems a man, stopped mid-stride on a sidewalk, debating with air the time and its demons, ragged clothing aflap on his livewire frame Nostalgic for … Continue reading For All We Know


I must be a frustrated schoolgirl at heart. Tonight’s homework - err, I mean - blog post and poem comes from IWWG’s TGIF Writing Prompt: “In honor of this literary foremother, and in honor of submitting your work boldly! [...], let's write a piece (prose or verse) by launching off, or writing toward, or inserting … Continue reading Balm