The Tuesday prompt

  It no longer runs, ticking behind me, peering over my shoulder, tickling my ear, breathing heavily, sometimes even sighing, a catch in its...

 Does Time take us by the hand at birth and plod along next to us to the grave?  Or does she let go our hand and let us run free, to and fro...

 Time left me alone, when I left it alone. I leave it alone almost every day for a while when I “lose” my telephone around the house or in...

The haze sat like a furry cap on the bowl of the city, like the mold that had been on her cream that morning. She wished she could take a sp...

 Ellen – home for my late-in-life writer’s persona. Under her direction I found inspiration, motivation, skills and discipline. Thursdays we...

 Dear Ellen, Now that you have crossed the threshold, you can be our muse twice over. Your spirit has always hovered above the table as we w...

 Isolation   Meditation while in isolation In silence… Just the whisper of wind teasing The leaves in the trees Now The rustle o...