Writing Journal

Barncat Martina paces in front of the club at the golf course waiting for her father to arrive, like she does every morning.   She fak...

I just don't want to write all of a sudden. I'm too scattered and too tired.  I started tutoring three new people this week and unde...

The driveway is long with a slight curve that complicates the downhill slant.  Shannon twists and leans, peers over her left shoulder, the...

She looks like she could come up out of deep  water perfectly dry and standing extra tall with her waist-length hair and long skirts. Her fi...

I'm thinking a lot about labor and delivery on account of I'm pregnant.  Last time around I had the baby at home.  I planned and rea...

She is a man's hankerchief, folded and stuffed into a jacket just so. Her frills a shock of color that accent him just so. With places...

Under moonlight and against floodlights, we sprint across the mottled browns and greens of trampled grass in a complicated game of tag.   ...