This piece is the result of the final prompt in the final workshop of a series I recently facilitated on the craft of description. The prompt had us first choose a mundane object from the rooms we were writing in, then describe an emotion as if it were that object.
When I was small, I dreamed in greyscale...
A little poem about connection and how we come to each other's attention.
I'm in my 40s and I still love to swing on a swing...
A weird little vignette practicing voice, scene, and dialogue...
You don't always (ever?) know what you're getting with the person you fall in love with...
This poem came from prompt to compare two random things...
If there's one thing I've learned in life and yet never seem to really learn, it's that you should always light the candles...
I don't get to go to Costa Rica this year, so I revisit it in my mind. Last year's trip was extra-special because I shared it with family...
Sometimes, we don't tell the truth...but we don't lie, either. It's complicated...
We tend to think of bridges as connectors, but in this poem, the bridge is about loss.
The story of a tall, young, Mediterranean man with long dark eyelashes who disarms me with his denim voice...
Progressive Tense 