Monthly Archives: November 2016
The Scorching Table of Thanks
via Daily Prompt: Scorched I remember pictures. That burning child in Vietnam 1972. All the scorched things in this earth on her little child face. My front lawn 1995, just back from Ukraine but elated, thinking maybe the war was … Continue reading →
This Savage Place
Almost all the leaves blew off the maple last night. Suddenly Indian summer, the prolonged weird heat just vanished and cold and wind took its place. My mother used to hate the wind. She stood at the doorway howling at … Continue reading →
The Bludgeoning Sky
via Daily Prompt: Bludgeon Bludgeon. Sounds like a stew you might eat, or an old-fashioned death. When savages were savages who didn’t know the art of killing. Rhymes with dungeon, curmudgeon or maybe even illusion. Like the one you have … Continue reading →
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