Meanwhile in the Conservatory

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My Flash Fiction


having wandered off from the festivities without so much as a by-your-leave, for hers was an elegant melancholy that found such revelry abrasive, she made her way to the sun room revealing night sky.

she had returned to the solstice tree with its decorations as sparse as the hillside in the coming season, and, while the party raged on high spirits, celebrated with a solitary jubilation.

Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge #25: The Red Tree


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My Poetry

there you are
scampering about the open field

with thunderstorm overhead
with bottle in hand

trying to catch lightning

that first one caught way
way back when

now tucked away in the closet
next to a box of books

this time
the thunderstorm only threatens

no bolts to gather
just promises

nothing pierces the air
this time

A Word to the Struggling

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NaNoWriMo / On Writing / Quote / Video


Photo: Guy Le Querrec (1965)

Well, I completed the 50,000 word goal for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), so I will be around again. It was an interesting and worthwhile excursion, regardless of whether I someday actually wrestle a finished work from those 50,000. One of the tidbits I encountered during the process was the following quote from the jazz pianist Bill Evans regarding the difficulties faced in his development as an artist and the rewards of those difficulties that I kept in mind as I slogged through the writing exercise:


I always like people who have developed long and hard,
especially through introspection and a lot of dedication.
I think what they arrive at is usually…deeper
and more beautiful…
than the person who seems to have that ability
and fluidity from the beginning.

I say this because it’s a good message
to give to young talents
who feel as I used to.

You hear musicians playing with great fluidity
and complete conception early on,
and you don’t have that ability.

I didn’t.

I had to know what I was doing.

And yes ultimately
it turned out that those people
weren’t able to carry their thing very far.

I found myself being more attracted to artists
who have developed through the years
and become better
and deeper

from the website All About Jazz

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Apropos Nostalgia for Modern-Day Progressives (ring the bells that still can ring) (the dove is never free) (the signs were sent) (i heard that)

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My Poetry / Politics / Quote


when memes were posters
you bought at the record store
using a diverse array of thumb tacks
to pin it to your wall

Maybe I should stop there, but I can’t. we have lost one of the great poet musicians of any time: Leonard Cohen. As the beginning of the video shows, he knew at least he was loved. And he would say as we all should be loved. And “Anthem” so pertinent now and unfortunately in the future. But isn’t what the great poets show us: what might be…what is possible…what we fear…what we need to conjure up from within ourselves to face the present now…

there is a crack in everything
that’s how the light gets in

they’ve summoned up a thundercloud
and they’re going to hear from me

Post-Election Adjustments

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My Flash Fiction

Photo Prompt by Dmitri Popov

Informed of morale plummeting, with its corresponding decrease in productivity and increase in theft of office supplies, the Director of the Agency convened an ad hoc task force to address how best to combat this trend.

During that first meeting, after the lethargic participants spent an hour spinning their wheels, the new hire spoke up for the first time.

We could paint this know, cheerful puts-a-smile-on-your-face colors.


Three Line Tales – Week Forty-One