Teaching and Loving the Students — From the movie, Motherless Brooklyn, quote from actor Ed Norton playing Lionel Essrog: “Frank said anyone teaching God’s love while they hit you with a stick should be ignored on every subject.” Can anyone relate to this quote? Catholic school memories could take you down this path if you went…

A poem —

How we compare — This story stems from a writing prompt given to our writing group when I was in college. “Zeus, aged, like the wind in his hair, but strong and virile as a youth, climbs Olympus and opens the mountain’s eye and reaches in to take the light that molds to his…

Fiction Short — Once upon a hill lived an old woman with scraggly grey hair wrapped in a bun. Wisps of curls laced her face top and side like bunches of frayed cotton balls. She rarely went to the market or outside except to tend her garden and then only on Sundays. …

Short fiction — The light of day began spilling through the clouds. It brought a sleepless child to its mother’s bed. The child of six climbed up and sat on her hip, rubbing his eyes. “Mama, wake up. I couldn’t sleep at all and I’m so tired. Can I stay here with you…

Poetry — May’s Fourth Week Prompt of Lifeline — Fleeting Moments each dawn brings a blanket that warms us with the light of day that feeling of safety rises within of another day given a treasure trove along the path as we step into the energy of our choices and commitments and work…

Poetry — sort of — or terrors there is much to care about even when asleep change happens overnight that will require needed work the next day making life more complicated envelopes in the mail that say someone’s goofed and you have to attend to something you you didn’t have to if they…

Poetry — and when its kiss returns a night of love brings fresh rain to our hearts that open in its light refreshing our souls needing only warmth and love’s kiss a garden of delights and breathless moments no longer a forlorn face there were moments and visions of love…

Poetry — of the heart — wash away my tears for if I linger too long, I will drown cold penetrates my being like ice melting in water becoming attached to its body leaving no trace of its beginning I linger in doubt to somber tunes of denial and giving retribution a chance to engulf me …