I saw footage of a girl sitting atop a cliff overlooking the ocean, knees hugged to her, her hair and the seagrass blowing inland together. The sea was being the sea, slamming itself against the rocks below her, its sprays like hands with misted fingertips….
I knew those boys were up to no good thing when they put a great steel gate up across the old logging road. But I didn’t know what surprise their […]
Image credit goes to “The Presurfer: Your Daily Dose of Diversion” Green note: this here is for SS2 #19 “an old newspaper,” vignettes that bred like rabbits, now reduced to […]
Green Note: I heard Sunday Scribblings died like so many other things did this day. Since SS was instrumental in my foray into fiction, I’ve come to pay my respects […]
This blog’s been quiet for so long I figured it’d be just another day like the other days. But ever since waking this morning I’ve been nagged by Val and […]
What to do with the dead things watching all around like shepherds abiding in the field? They watch from inside the walls, from inside the car and living room sound […]
I’ve come close to a culture overdose during my time in Ithaca. Reminds me of my Dallas days when anything I wanted was just a short way away. I’d about forgotten […]
This leaf caught my eye on my cool-down mile this morning. My eyes are trained to look for hearts in leaves, for lady bugs and dragonflies and rainbows and signs of all kinds, […]
There’s a spinning, the whirring of a hard drive still hard working, processing the need for slowing, coming down off top end to settle into idling, a form of […]
NOTE: this is another combined deal for SS prompt #161 “Confession” and making up for missing an early ESC assignment—some missing, misinterpretation, misunderstanding went on… Anyway, the assignment was to […]
Walter Burlemon is my old scoundrel and I’m his girl friend, “girl, space, friend. Make sure you get that right,” Walter always says to anyone he introduces me to. […]
A sequel to “The Jules Letters: The beginning” “Winter tracks…” Cori Schlegel Jules’ delicate bare feet whispered soft and quick over the hardwood floor. The frantic words, “There’s […]
“Well go on, girl,” Maime said to Jadie, her oldest. “Take th’ others an’ go on up and pay your respects to your lovin’ Granpappy. I cain’t […]
The Sony Center canopy at Potsdamer Platz in Berlin Lyn went to sleep with Helmut Jahn upon her lips. She had gotten into bed and lain there in […]
The Essence of a Thing 