Category Archives: Friday Morning Workshops

She asks her mother to sing. Her mother always thinks she can’t, knows her voice is wobbly and her ear is bad and she hardly knows any songs. But this is her little girl, her little girl who has not … Continue reading →

The memories arrived in little staccato notes, lingering in the air, in front of the window of her eyes, un-scheduled, interrupting. She had tried to censor them, to re-direct them, but they seemed to obey some higher order, some greater … Continue reading →

Dear Marian, Buenos Aires reminds me of Depot Bay–the seafood restaurants, the fishing fleet, the sidewalks filled with vendors. We have much to talk about. This morning, the salt spray woke me up from my dream about you. I was … Continue reading →

They are square-toed black boots, the kind that would hurt you badly if they decided to kick you. I was that kind of man. My hair was black and bushy, my beard was unkempt, and I tended to stink. That’s … Continue reading →

In two thousand eleven I could go to heaven. So, in two thousand ten I’ll pick up my pen. Again. And again and again and again and again. And Again. And again and again and again and again and again … Continue reading →

In a shower of a sunny day A bee alighted upon my arm I had to test the warmth of May And see if kind bees live at the farm I bent down close with a whisper Asked the bee … Continue reading →

Oh lick! And shout! And lick! And shout! And lick! Oh water my garden and eat my apple core. Squeze and push and grab and kick, Take all there is and want some more. Trundle off sated, sedated, dazed, Burrow … Continue reading →

I will hand deliver you the moon Ship it wrapped in silken hugs Hold your breath, it will happen soon And I will bring you liquid sunshine in jugs For you, my dear, are the world to me. And I … Continue reading →

Note: I’ve indicated the changes in writer with the font changes below. The crown of fire pulled her on She grabbed her stick and moved Her flame tiara was like a dawn Shouting out that she was proved That she … Continue reading →

She was a bride whose soul was shrinking. The magnificent sunset of gold-orange left her feeling flat. She pondered what it was she had been thinking To marry a man who always dressed like that! She chided herself– so petty! … Continue reading →