Sunday, November 19, 2017

Forever

The fire grew and touched the sky. My friends opened more beers. Someone lit a joint. It was like old times. They planned this trip for me, in hopes I would be happy.

I saw her come from the flames. Beth.  She was all flames but I never could forget how her body looked in that dress or her face no matter how we old got.

Smiling, Beth motioned for me. I stood up and reached my hand out. I passed through the flaming veil. Somewhere in the distance, they screamed my name as my mouth joined her sizzling lips.

Friday, November 17, 2017

Ask Me Anything- November 24, 2017 1:00 PM EST

Yesterday, I was invited by someone via Facebook to host a Ask Me Anything event on their website.

So mark your calendars and get  ready to ask me anything about writing, Kindle formatting, what it's like to be a writer, how I get my ideas, etc. OR you can post a poem or flash fiction (1,000 words or less) and I will give an honest critique. I'm not an expert or anything but sometimes it is nice to get someone else's thoughts on your work. Personally, this what I love about college writing classes- someone, at least one person (not including the professor), has to critique your work. If you're like me and want some fresh eyes you know where to find me.

You can  post questions early or on the day. I have two days to answer all questions after the event is over.

If you can't get enough of my writing rants or maybe you want to see what makes me tick click here, register and ask away. I am looking forward to your questions.

"See You" Friday.

Till next time...

Thursday, November 9, 2017

Shoplifting by Ghosts

The shutdown injects the spirit. What spirit? The spirit of a long dead person who plays the music box when you least suspect. Or maybe it's your spirit. The one lives inside your bones, the one that died some time ago and makes an appearance once in awhile. Or maybe it's the Christmas spirit. But you find yourself like Ebeneezer before the ghosts find him.

I want to believe in ghosts. I want to talk to one and maybe play cards. They could tell me life secrets. We could shoplift and sell our finds on Ebay. No one would believe a ghost would shoplift.

I shoplifted once, or I should say almost once.  I was young, five or six, and I was at the mall with my mom. The store we were in had Smurf figurines. I wanted Smurfette; she was my favorite. Mom said no. So I took it and put it in my pocket. The store clerk saw and told my mom. My ass was beat when I got home, and I was grounded to my bed. This was the 80's so that meant there was no such thing as a TV in my bedroom. It was summer because it was still light out. I sat in my dark room.

I always knew stealing was wrong and still do. So why would I want a ghost to shoplift? Just to see if the ghost will do it. And to see how the people in the store would react. How could you charge someone with theft if that someone is dead?  And of course, I don't want to do the dirty work. After all, I'm alive and would have to pay for those transgressions.

So here we back at the shutdown and the imagination goes nowhere fast unless it is 1973 and then there is a focal point strung up by lightening. Here am I today thinking of creating a ghost army to do the bidding I know is wrong.

Till next time....

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Fairy Bones

Photo retrieved from mirror.co.uk 
I tossed my dog the tennis ball;  he came back with a fairy. Her wings sparkled in the setting sun. With a broken leg, she dangled out of his mouth  like a discarded Barbie doll.  He dropped the fairy in my hand and we took her home.

Calming her, I put her in a little box and closed the lid. Once I gathered all I needed...

I plucked her wings and sauteed her in butter, nutmeg and cinnamon. Delicious.

After reassembling her skeleton and reattaching the wings, I cast the remains in resin. 

Someone would buy it, they always do.