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  • The Homeplace

    In homage to the forestIts heavy shadowsDeep and darkGreener than green,even when the sun is brightand the begonias bloom deep red.Bits of grass, spindly and fine, grow around the river of moss in dotsLike cattails before they’re cutThe bells of the foxglove ring and ring and ringWhen the air moves soft electric Blue Morning glories

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  • Deadfall Yard

    I’m learning what will grow, and what will grow successfully.

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  • Her leopard, high heeled mules sure footed in the gravel. 

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  • Happy Anniversary

    Of course there was glitter.

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  • La Bouquet

    It looked like somebody made wedding bouquets and needed my blue and white bloomers.

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  • National Registry

    The sound started there

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  • Security

    I love the feel of sheer silk against my skin, don’t you?

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  • The Fatigue

    Doesn’t my interpretation of the painting count? Isn’t it supposed to be a hanging Rorshact test?

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  • Still the Same

    I ran away from home a couple of times. Once after college I went to Texas for no good reason. The last time with a man to England, half an hour from Stonehenge. We had to get married. I was pregnant.  I won’t do that again.  I came back. I am the same person I

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  • Phone Runner

    The crowd-in-a-box jerked into silence when the shrill squeal pierced their ears.

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  • Holding Hands

    Alan came to my house to pick me up and we went somewhere. The first time I held Alan’s hand I was scared, bubbly, and giddy all at once. He held my hand to the car. That’s all I remember about the date – he reached out his hand for mine and I remember reaching Read more

  • Daphne Drumke 

    Daphne Drumke waited for her suitcase to pop out of the baggage terminal at Terminal three in Heathrow. There were everything but chickens in terminal three. A goat herd just passed. Daphne watched an armed guard roll his eyes at a well dressed woman in stilettos  leading a St. Bernard and twin boys, all on Read more

  • The High Priestess

    Lorraine was known for her arbitrary obsessions. One week it was crystals, spirits, and witchcraft, the next it was chocolate fudge. Whatever her random fixation, she did it with passion and all consuming gumption to the woe of her husband Cyril. He had learned over the years to stay quiet and sweep up the shards Read more

  • Windjammer

    The Windjammer hit the wave head on and leaped into the blue sky like a whale breaching the surface of the sea. Another wave pushed its bow down into the drink. Without his steering prowess, the sailboat surely would have capsized. The six year old opened his eyes, paused his imagination’s scenario, and scratched his Read more

  • Passion

    The kalamata olives were supposed to be pitted, but the one Sam just bit on broke the tip off his left canine, and the jolt brought tears to his eyes. He looked at his reflection in his phone for confirmation of damage. His tooth was rough and jagged. His matching short vampire teeth were now Read more

  • I Did a Thing…

    https://www.amazon.com/s?k=Norris+tales+ii&crid=3A2N1W43XCPVA&sprefix=norris+tales+ii%2Caps%2C87&ref=nb_sb_noss Available in paperback, hardback, or Kindle Unlimited or Kindle. Read more

  • The Homeplace

    In homage to the forestIts heavy shadowsDeep and darkGreener than green,even when the sun is brightand the begonias bloom deep red.Bits of grass, spindly and fine, grow around the river of moss in dotsLike cattails before they’re cutThe bells of the foxglove ring and ring and ringWhen the air moves soft electric Blue Morning glories

    Read more

  • Deadfall Yard

    I’m learning what will grow, and what will grow successfully.

    Read more

  • Her leopard, high heeled mules sure footed in the gravel. 

    Read more

  • Happy Anniversary

    Of course there was glitter.

    Read more

  • La Bouquet

    It looked like somebody made wedding bouquets and needed my blue and white bloomers.

    Read more

  • National Registry

    The sound started there

    Read more

  • Security

    I love the feel of sheer silk against my skin, don’t you?

    Read more

  • The Fatigue

    Doesn’t my interpretation of the painting count? Isn’t it supposed to be a hanging Rorshact test?

    Read more

  • Still the Same

    I ran away from home a couple of times. Once after college I went to Texas for no good reason. The last time with a man to England, half an hour from Stonehenge. We had to get married. I was pregnant.  I won’t do that again.  I came back. I am the same person I

    Read more

  • Phone Runner

    The crowd-in-a-box jerked into silence when the shrill squeal pierced their ears.

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  • Sanctuary

    All day I will talk nonsense. I will repeat a paragraph eight times in a day. I will point out its main idea, drag it out, make people paste it in a book, and read it back to me. I will pass out little pieces of paper with vocabulary words on them and glue bottles,…

  • Wedding Cut

    “I was sorta hoping you’d include me in your plans. You shouldn’ta moved your head so fast, now look what happened. You look better with longer hair,” she said. It seemed she was a little bit on the crazy side. “I’m Isabella. Everybody calls me Z for short. Want me to be your date for…

  • Morning Curtain

    Snow laden limbs are replaced by blossoms falling to earth and flowers push up from underneath.  Early snowdrops and daffodils show off their color peek from recent fresh green.  Wet brown earth gives way to the promise of gardens, of deep green shadows and tomatoes Something more than squirrels digging through dried leaves. The smell…

  • The Road Trip

    The road trip was a mindset. It required no preparation or preparation of all things, especially the house before the departure. After I took care of the laundry, the cats, the mess, and the packing, I was ready to roll down the road.  Time was not of the essence on a road trip. Stops were…

  • Let’s Call it Art

    “That painting on the wall is askew and is about to fall down on the fragile candy dish on top of the buffet. Between the shards of glass that escape and the bits of sweets that scatter, it will never be safe to go barefoot in the house again. Move the damned painting,” He said.…