“Your eyes! it’s a day’s work, just looking into them…” * (320 words, 2 minutes read time.) >~~~~~X=X~~~~~< Another Monday. Wake up with hopes to dive back into the writing routine. 300 to 500 words a day, 15 to 20 hours per week. Not a big deal, right? Try to get to it by 10:00.... Continue Reading →
~ nearly livid
"Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they're here to stay" * (169 words, 1 minute read time) She lived, but less well than she ever anticipated. Youthful hopes never seemed to prevail, not for her, but only and always so conveniently for others. It was his short tolerance... Continue Reading →
~ the immediacy of arrival.
272 words, 1 minute read time A number of readers and some concerned subscribers have contacted torncorners through it's parent company, Tacklebarn Press, to inquire about my series "What May Be Found?" Have I abandoned it, or simply forgotten about the serial and my readers, as I'm prone to do? I have done this with... Continue Reading →
Skipping Stones- Epilogue.
1962- thirteen skips~~~~~>>> (section seven) <~~~~~~~~~~ EPILOGUE ~~~~~~~~~~> The next morning was Saturday. Mom let us sleep late on Saturday, but it was usually her who would actually sleep until nine. We had cartoons to watch, and Saturday morning was when the best ones were on. It was also the only day Mom let us… Continue Reading →
things of little or no concern.
Please note: some things mentioned may be sad. "Things were going along just fine." I would guess almost anyone might say the same, or at least something very similar. We all tend to navigate, make decisions, and cast judgments using our own terms of common sense. At least, we try to do so most of... Continue Reading →
Missing Miss Smith
Seventh Grade, Miss Smith. Not skinny, just cute and petite. She styled her blonde hair around her head like Tippi Hedren. Her eyes were as the Earth looks from space. Sure, I had a puppy crush on her, all the guys did, but how she influenced me had nothing to do with her being attractive.... Continue Reading →
The Little Match Girl
The best compliment I've ever received? Well, I'd have to say, paraphrased, it would be that I was good in bed. But that was very long ago, and only after an exchange of what at the time seemed a fairly large sum of money. After these many long years I still cherish her words, now... Continue Reading →
> unseen
He's invisible, and yetHe's sitting there,clearly pretendingto be unnoticed at the only table,near the big window,where he bathes himselfin warm sunshine. He's there every dayfrom not long afterthe doors openat our public library.He can usually find his spot by nine. Near his right hand is always a soft cup of coffee.which might once have been... Continue Reading →
> most tomorrows
2025 poetry harvest. #3 >most tomorrows cast away the tomorrowsthat led your hearttowards emptiness bring me to your lonelinessand deny your wantsfor longing share with me in faithlessnessand love me throughmost tomorrows -dp- 2/18/25 (9) This is another I struggled with for more than just 2024 and '25. Wording is close enough to release. Also,... Continue Reading →
> near oz
2025 poetry harvest. #two ` ~ > near oz Find a place, far awayenough to feel like oz,or home. A place so distantit could shelter anyone,even us. We should not thinkof this, or turn awayfrom hope. But we must keep runningat least to look aroundthat next corner -dp- 4-11-25 (15+) Boring note: I made a... Continue Reading →
> holding space
2025 poetry harvest. #1 > holding space She's invisible, butholds to placesno longer around. It's less a matterof reflectionthan refraction. But of course,there's that faintshadow of magic lingering from youthand a mirage thatmakes her seem clearly unseen -dp- 2-4-25 (8+) I like what I think I'm saying here. I hope readers get it. Or get... Continue Reading →