Writing

Dragon Yawn

Once upon a time there were two little boys who never let their mother get any sleep. One day she was thinking of sleep so much that she turned herself into a sparkling pink dragon with beautiful feathery wings. She aimed her fire breathing yawn up into the sky and got an idea. She leapt… Continue reading Dragon Yawn

Coffee Blog

Coffee & Wine

The roof was shaded by vines with bunches of soft lime green grapes dangling from them. Small patches of vivid blue peeked through the overhead coverage. A warm soft breeze played gently at our clothing. The soft infused light under the grape vines was a sharp contrast to the brilliant sun that highlighted the numerous… Continue reading Coffee & Wine

Miscellaneous

Logic

This is a typical conversation with my youngest son. These conversations are entertaining and governed by his own reasoning. He follows his own rules! “Where did your pants go?” I asked the small form now clad in a long sleeve shirt, socks and underwear. “It’s hot in here,” he responds as an explanation. “Oh,” I… Continue reading Logic

Writing

A Lesson in Swinging: Hold On

The swing glided back. The swing zoomed forward, but this time the swing went back without its rider! The rider continued to zoom forward out of the swing’s seat. The rider’s body was flat, flying through the air being led by the feet. Imagine the rider seeing the clouds above flying behind the top of… Continue reading A Lesson in Swinging: Hold On

Coffee Blog

If we were having coffee in July…

A sweet nutty scent drifts in the air. It takes a moment to lock onto the notes of mocha that travel with it. My choice of a mocha swirl coffee this morning was a good one. It’s full bold flavor dances over my taste buds and warms my insides, and as the caffeine begins to… Continue reading If we were having coffee in July…

Writing

Holes in Walls

Raising Boys: The Penis Chronicles presents "Holes in Walls" "Nobody look!" I didn’t actually see it happen, but my head snapped in his direction when he made the sound. I was aware of some kind of bizarre movement and there was a soft cracking noise. Directly proceeding this there was a crying-howl, like a hideous… Continue reading Holes in Walls

Writing

Not to be recovered

Sometimes I wonder Why Behind eyelids I see you; like a young child you unknowingly walk away I cry because I miss you I hope innocence saved you from pain like I felt Remember I remember so much, but feel so little Learning to live estranged My hands grope in the darkness for a body… Continue reading Not to be recovered

Writing

Lacking Inspiration for a Creative Artist

The desk around me is littered with stationary debris. The isolation created by half-walls isn’t lost on me.  I feel uninvited as I sit here, a squatter at someone else’s desk, casting about for inspiration. However, I find nothing under the dim lighting beyond the impression of stormy clouds nor can I find anything in… Continue reading Lacking Inspiration for a Creative Artist