Although When Things End

I am not looking forward to the coming mornings when I wake up and the forced discipline of no Daily Post WOTD is not there . It has been a wonderful 100+ day rise for me, and the nearly all 110+ posts I have made in my short tenure with wordpress were in response to … Continue reading Although When Things End →

On the End of the Daily Post

I am of two birds whether the feeder's sure seed or hunger of horizons Broken

A Promise is so Easy to Give Up

No rainbow over parched pastures. Flood’s promise—mud in a dwindle pool In response to Daily Prompts word of the day, with a broken heart

A Word Jeffry will Never Forget

When I was fifteen or so, I was all thumbs, mumbled stutters, and longing gazes. One day our English Teacher, Mrs. BrainBury—that’s right she capitalized both Bs—chose to use these personality traits as an example during the “vocabulary minute” with which she started every class. She chose one other person to help illustrate. This was … Continue reading A Word Jeffry will Never Forget →

It Just isn’t that Simple

This morning was a morning dedicated (outside the ceremony of the usual poetry and fiction of writelee.com) to addressing a question found on Quora. Here is the Question:Why is being politically correct desirable (or is it)? found at: https://www.quora.com/Why-is-being-politically-correct-desirable-or-is-it Here is this morning's response: There is something that bothers me about this question. Perhaps this … Continue reading It Just isn’t that Simple →

Hunger is Almost a Language

“I could pot one,” Isaac had said. “And you could probly wing another before they had your guts out and feeding ants,” Her father said. “So, for once, keep it in your goddamned pants.” Ida Eastwill would remember that until her dying day. She would remember the hot sun, and how heavy and useless the … Continue reading Hunger is Almost a Language →

I’ll Take Thirty Days Till Spring

“Did you bring his bail,” the girl with bright chartreuse hair said. She grinned. It was a smirk. “No,” “Obviously,” she said. I did not ask her why she bothered to ask the question. She sat on a high stool in a little room. There was a thick glass window between her and me. Her … Continue reading I’ll Take Thirty Days Till Spring →

Endangered

What if a species was going extinct practically gone almost KA-BLOOEY and what if TV and the Times stopped midmeaning and maybe nobody anymore said three armed men or six armed men or nine armed men or anything about any amount of arms and what if TV and Time couldn’t figure the only possible something … Continue reading Endangered →

A Hospital Bed at the Tuck Me Inn

Too Many leaned his hands over the fire barrel. He was shivering. “Jeeze, it’s cold,” he said. A thin sheen of sweat glowed on his face. In this cold that couldn’t be a good thing. “You Ok? Toom,” I said. “Jeeze, it’s cold.” I looked at the clock on the tower behind the church. The … Continue reading A Hospital Bed at the Tuck Me Inn →

The Depth of the Mirror

There is no other in this glaze— where in the eye is always I— and where a you is only haze or mere polish to clarify. Narcissism