Ms. Chief
In my first long sleep in ages
such dreams. Such strange sleeps.
Broom me a floorlit exfil.
Category: Short Stacks
Quick reads, scenes, scenarios, riffs off the cuff, or perhaps even a rant if you’re lucky.
Ajo & Osi
“I should like to find a feather,” said Osi.
Daisy Cutters & Dough
Buckle up, Babysitters…
Coven Door
How much love could a coven mother covet if a coven mother could covet love?
Moonrise, Mabon
The leaves are flying. ‘Tis the season. I feel like it’s time to get back to work, whatever it was.
Nia’s Chart Table
Nia sat sipping coffee from a cup contemplating consequence and course layers at a time
Dear Nigel,
Did you know that W.H. Hudson learned to fight with a knife at the age of four? I’m unsurprised. I understand.
Do Not Disturb
…maybe a pen and some ink
and the luxury of stacks of blank pages. And a little desperation to keep me honest.
A little agony never hurts.
That’s all I need…
Brucie
Recently I’ve been learning all I can about trees. It’s been a long time coming. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do but this life pulled me out from under my seedling mother and branched me off in so many directions that I forgot all about the roots underneath my …
White Roses (Pt. 1)
Spring’s arrival was still a ways out but despite the snow and sleet it RSVP’d in the dead of winter. The snow was piled high by the street well out of the mailman’s way. The front sidewalk was clear. The neighbors’ walks were clear to boot and their steps swept …