Poetry, Prose and Prattle

Written from a prompt in a class.   Here's what I look for when I revise. And my reply. I used to be a lightning bolt writer.  The ur...

Seven years ago two people lost their lives and 346 houses were destroyed .  Countless other homes were damaged or stigmatized - those ...

Last week I crammed five craft classes in writing into three days.  I'd love to do more, but the venue is a good forty minutes away and...

Ode to Austin Eubanks Collateral Damage by Jane Hillson  May 2019 He didn’t die from an overdose Drugs were never the problem...

This book was on the small corner bookshelf in my father's office, or the 'back room' as my siblings and I referred to that...

Horology My father was a watchmaker But he didn’t really make watches Instead he disassembled those 17 or 21 jeweled beauties...

Again, I am motivated to write from a place of grief.  Disbelief.  A not again, never again, REALLY AGAIN? type of sadness.  I off-handedly ...