Embark on a delightful adventure with three playful tiger cubs as they venture into the jungle. Timmy, Tommy, and Teri are searching for food, fun, and adventure. Instead, they find misadventures as they stumble upon a mighty elephant, mistake an … Continue reading
It’s a Skither! A book of poems in a newly created poetic form has just been published. A review states: Veronica Michalowski’s first full book of poetry, Body Language: The Delights and Dregs of Dating, was a cornucopia of sensual imagery … Continue reading
“Put the pedal to the metal” commanded Dev’lish, with a broad grin. “No señor, por favor, despacio, señor,” pleaded An’hel. Just my contemplation of speeding and her wings fluttered. I pounced hard on the accelerator—electrons rushed to attention, spinning the … Continue reading Temptations
Responding to the prompt of “Red” triggers rivulets of deep pain that converge into a ravaging river of ridicule, some of which was inflicted on me by my self- and some, by others, and then fills my reservoir of … Continue reading Red and My Reservoir of Rage
In response to my last story, One Moment in Time, a longtime writer posted a compliment and also a question– regarding the potential duration of idyllic Pocono summers as the grandchildren grew older. What changes might have occurred? As … Continue reading Life’s Mandated Giveaways by Roberta Pantle
Red 3 And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. 4 God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness. 5 God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was … Continue reading Red
(written in response to The Well or the Cup by Kay Ryan) When I give away or when I hold, am I doing those for you, for me, or for us both? I’ll sort this out. My nervous system drinks … Continue reading To Give Away or to Hold
A Memory Captured – August 7, 1945 (Seven-Year-Old, Two Arms in the Air Featuring the Numeral 7) Three feet eleven inches of a birthday girl just turning seven made its imprint on my mind on August 7, 1945. Standing alone … Continue reading One Moment in Time
“You Happy?” “Happy? Sho. Why not happy? “Just wondering.” “Why, ah have everthin’ ah need, most everthin’ ah want. Course there could always be mo’.” “More?” “Sho nuff. Look ‘round you. Lots of stuff, lots of wishes, lots to be … Continue reading Care–free an Happy Be
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