There is a writing exercise you might try over HERE. It takes a George Ella Lyon poem, “Where I’m from,” and turns it into a sort of advanced ad-libs, where by you fill in some info and describe the places/people/events that formed you. My attempt is featured below. If you try your hand at it, post the result in the comments. I’d like to see where ( Read more... )

Still sorting. Still sifting.

Wanna dance with me through the shuffle?…

Found the very first complete short story I ever wrote (titled “The Emerald Green Glow”) from early on in high school (if you don’t count the allegorical story I wrote in grade school in place of the essay that the teacher assigned as punishment to the whole class, because a few ( Read more... )

 . . . and I'm still going through boxes and I come across a set of handcuffs and the memories attached there are not as conventionally sweet...but they do come with their share of  smiles.

My frowns are fickle things, no staying power at all.

He-he-he!

Early a.m. and reorganizing and moving furniture, in preparation for my new bed (phase 2 of the plan to improve my sleeping habits).

Come across an old high school letter.

Smile.

Smile unfurls.

Things left unsaid.

Things I couldn't say back then.

And I've managed to lose track of her--all contact info two steps behind the years.

Argh!

Hey.  You out there ( Read more... )