Category: Creative Scribbles

  • The Coldest War (Excerpt)

      “Tidal waves don’t beg forgiveness Crashed and on their way Father he enjoyed collisions; others walked away A snowflake falls in may. And the doors are open now as the bells are ringing out.” -Pearl Jam Man Of The Hour   Ch. 1  In 1991 the Cold war ended both in Russia and in…

  • Ode To The Parting Gift

    Margaret told me all the answers He had told her where it was, but only once. He spoke softly, which was not like him nor was saying things only once. Margaret asked me if I remembered all the answers Then she whispered them quietly under her breath Her eyes darted up to me, had I…

  • How Clouds Behave

    Is it chronic or persistent the way they go? Will today draw them fast or slow? Thin and long, round and old With graying sides and a picture show? I see faces there of Hercules or a fallen child with skinned up knees. Never cornered or caged in but simply molded by the wind that…

  • Ode to The Slime

    It all started for a mere 99 cents A simple reward for a poopin event you ran to the potty I ran to the store for slime in a bottle who could want anything more?   It was small. It was purple. It did not stink. So why is it bubbling, out of my sink?…

  • #MakeAmericaKindAgain

    “With malice toward none, and Charity toward all.”  -Abe Lincoln   I am white.  The kind of white that glows so brilliantly in a bikini, people actually squint when they look upon me. When I was young I got no end of comments such as,  “So your parents finally decided to let you out of…

  • Listen

    What’s the truth in all we’re missing? Let’s fall down, embrace our children’s laughter and Listen

  • Help! I’m A Writer Trapped in an Extrovert’s body!

    Ok, so I’m not actually trapped. I like it here. I’m just sorta baffled at how I actually happened. I’m sure there are more of us out there. But like me, they are probably talking. And Talking. Or Kayaking. Or running. Or hiking. Or swimming. Or doing something other than writing, until they’ve finally used…

  • Dead Poets Post

    Song of the month: Never Once:  by Matt Redman My dead poet post for the month is my all time favorite dead woman preacher, poet, rescuer of Children, writer… Miss Amy Charmichael….applause…..Thank you Amy for guest posting for me this month. Happy fourth of July…..even though you were an Irish woman living in India in…