her last day — a poem

her last day — a poem

    her last day she did not know when she left teacup in sink mauve lipstick on rim grabbed fleece jacket rushed out door smelled sunshine after rain drove by vineyards horses, lambs she did not know — when she greeted friends put purse in drawer kicked off...
Hopes, a dark poem shared just because

Hopes, a dark poem shared just because

A tenacious, invasive cold-flu that slammed me in early January slowed me way down. Then there’s the new political landscape in the U.S.A. to contend with, which I, along with many others, have found truly disturbing. I’m feeling much better now, but I was...

Flash fiction: That Cat

That Cat By Laura McHale Holland It was a cat: calico, chipmunk size, at my neck purring softly at first, then louder and louder until the feline sounded like a helicopter, and then we were in a helicopter, a real helicopter, but it was sputtering and spinning,...

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