Category Archives: Prose

when the house is finally quiet — Live & Learn

Someone is always home sick: chicken pox, strep throat, another chicken pox, stomach flu…Baby Bliss sits on her hip. It is only later that week, perhaps, when the house is finally quiet, the dishwasher humming in the downstairs dark, her … Continue reading

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Nominations are Now Open!

Originally posted on The Annual Bloggers Bash:
Now in its fifth year, the Annual Bloggers Bash returns bigger and better than ever. The venue is booked, the date is set for Saturday 15th June 2019 and the committee is busy…

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“Goodnight Love”

Originally posted on Penny Wilson Writes:
My mind and body are looking for solace.  I lie on those crisp white sheets.   My mind drifts to thoughts of you and I smile. You are never far from my thoughts.  Your whispers…

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Death a Saving Grace – #2 — Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree

Please read Elizabeth’s powerful piece. Death, a Saving Grace At dawn, the life light went out of the woman’s abused body, it laid in front of her the children she tried to protect…she was a mother, she was a woman, … Continue reading

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A Beautiful Feeling — Heartstring Eulogies

“At last, I have set you free. Do you know how beautiful that feels?” The last words you ever said to me was, “Set me free.” It wasn’t something I expected, and it’s taken me so long to release the … Continue reading

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The River Banks

The river.  Just a small body of water.  The banks steep.  My world on one side.  Theirs on the other.  I gaze out through these cloistered windows at the lives led beyond them.  A man walks through the park with … Continue reading

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Hidden Stream #writephoto

The hidden stream surged from the ground.  It rushed along the forest floor winding through the boulders and rocks.  It leapt with joy over the small decent, causing bubbles of excitement.  The stream laughed and played in the sunlight and … Continue reading

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