Lucy dreamed. She was in Venice this time. Venice? Lucy woke. It must have been spurred by my date tonight. Out with Golly, they had picked up McDonald’s and gone to the park downtown – the one with the pond and the pretty lampposts. That what must be what triggered it. Lucy shook her headContinue reading “HL Pic Series: 7-Lucy”
A friend knows what to say when you’re down. A friend supports you in times of trouble. A friend goes with you to shop or to eat. A friend tells you something special. A friend holds your secrets close. A friend laughs with you. A friend cries with you. A friend hugs you. Are youContinue reading “A Friend”
Darlene stood on her balcony, gazing out over the Tuscan village and countryside. She never thought she would get out of her small town to venture across an ocean; but here she was, living a life she had never wanted to hope for. She had met Derrick later in life – just after she turnedContinue reading “HL Series: 6-Darlene”
Jo studied the hammock. “I think it will stay,” she said to the small gecko hanging onto a wooden porch post. “Now, it’s time for a margarita.” So far Jo’s dream had not developed as she had planned. She had worked hard for thirty eight years as a school teacher, living frugally and saving everyContinue reading “HL Pic Series: 4-Jo”
Winny sat upon the leaf watching for the squirrel thief. It had taken her favorite barrett and chasing him, she’d gotten wet. She fell into the rain bucket; then pulled a tissue from her pocket, not useful-all wrinkled and soggy, her mind took turns, angry and foggy, as water streamed down her face, she climbedContinue reading “Gnome Poem: Winny and the Squirrel”
I recently did a writing exercise in my writers’ group that called for us to add verses to the song by Woodie Guthrie. Here’s my additions to the age old song – remember to sing as it’s just a bit of fun: Riding down river, tubing Mississippi The golden sunlight peeked through the leaves ItContinue reading ““This Land is Your Land” etc.”
Mavis sat alone in her rocking chair, wrapped in an old frayed shawl with a dirty afghan across her lap. She stared at the dusty television that no longer worked, and wondered if anyone would knock on her door today. The postman used to knock everyday, handing her mail with a cheerful smile and aContinue reading “HL Pic Series: 2-Mavis”
Blackbird perches high shade tent support pole bending he’s reaching to bite.
Toes holding down sand Drinking water to hydrate Swimsuit dries salty.
Round, soft, white and tan flapping edges in the wind flower flashes orange.