For the past several weeks, I’ve been posting my allegorical short story in serial form.
Today I bring you the conclusion as Flora comes to the rescue…
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Slice of Life Tuesday: Clearing the Air, Part 3
This week marks Episode Three in the Floofs vs. Naysayers saga. Will Flora’s appeal to her fellow Floofs succeed?
Slice of Life Tuesdsay: Clearing the Air, Part 2
Last week, I mentioned that I finally – finally! – completed a work of allegorical fiction, and I posted the first installment of it here.
This week, I bring you Part 2, in which Flora, our ever-intrepid protagonist, finds herself in the right place at the right time. Enjoy.
Slice of Life Tuesday: Getting Brave
I did it! I finally crafted a work of allegorical fiction. I’ve published the first excerpt this week, and I’ll publish the next part of the story on Slice of Life Tuesdays.
Poetry Month Day 10: Driving the Point Home
Today’s #VerseLove prompt, “Look Closely,” comes from Joanne Emery. Her poem for the day tells the story of the house of her loved ones. As I read her work, a poem I’ve been percolating on the back burner might be ready to come to the surface. So I’ll give it a go.
Poetry Month Day 9: Depending on When You Met Me
Today’s #Verselove poetry challenge is to compose a “depending on when you met me” poem. It’s a good way to think about all of the “me’s” I’ve been over the years, and to whom.
Poetry Month Day 8: Birthright
Today’s #VerseLove poem explores a gesture (along with a few other choice things) I inherited from my dad.
Poetry Month Day 5: Scars
Today’s poem is a challenge on #VerseLove to write a poem about a scar. I chose to write about my scars as tourist destinations…
Poetry Month Day 4: The Places I’ll Go
Today’s #VerseLove prompt is to take inspiration from travel. I knew which travel I wanted to write about – when I stayed in Sandusky, Ohio while my son was in the hospital there. I remember how otherworldly it felt being out one morning on a kayak. Not gonna lie: this poem WRESTLED me.
Poetry Month, Day 3: Ode to False Spring
Today, I wanted to write something deep and pithy. Clever, however, butted in line and stole Pithy’s number at the deli counter. Here it is…
Soapbox: The Way I see Things 