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Snow

The house was so quiet yesterday when we lost power. No ticking of clocks. No hum of the frig. Everyone took a nap, waiting for the power to come back on. Here’s a story the day created. Click

A Simple Fix

I submitted a new story to Narrative Magazine today. I wrote it in October. Here’s a tiny excerpt:

I have the hots for Ava and one of these days, she’s going to get the picture and I am going to make a breakthrough. I don’t know what’s holding Ava back. Well, I do actually. It’s the two big obstacles…

Fireflies

What an evening at Art Works in Richmond, Virginia. In the upstairs gallery, ethereal paintings adorned the walls. There were prints on the table and a stack of small books.

The lights went down in the upstairs gallery. The projector light came on the video “Fireflies” came up. It was a story, then paintings, then voice overs and images combined.

People listened, laughed and at the end clapped.

Thank you Chris Semtner for illustration my story. Addy Burkhead thank you for narrating the story and creating the voice overs. And thank you Keith M. Ramsey for putting the video and voice together. You now have this story memorized, I know!

I’ll post the video here tomorrow! Stay-tuned everyone!.

Glenda

Goodbye Robert E. Lee

Cast in bronze

Astride your horse, Traveler

While cars circle around you all day

And into the night

You stand tall–a familiar sight

A landmark

A work of art.

Beware.

The memory of you

Has tarnished.

There’s a brand new perspective

Recasting you.

Goodbye

Robert E. Lee

Richmond, VA

A Fairytale

I’m working on a fairytale.

Each day I write a little. At night, in my thoughts the story takes a new turn, a journey in my mind that I know not where it leads.

At the moment, in my story, I find myself in a beautiful cavern.

Where to tomorrow?

A Place with No Name

I’m starting a new story. Here’s the first paragraph. Feels magical to me.

Once upon a time…oh what a time it was, far away from here and ages upon ages ago, there was a place that had no name. It was so long ago that mountains were three times as tall as they are now having not been worn down by the ravages of time. And rivers, scores of them, rushed through valleys, poured down crevices and disappeared in underground caverns so large that whales traversed these subterranes with ease and used them as birthing places.