It is quiet here. I look down at my hand, scrawling lazily along the blue lined page. This is writing that no one will see. My hand moves but my eyes and ears skitter anxiously, like forest creatures lost and rooting for something familiar. I do not need a writing prompt, no thank you, … [Read more...]
STRANGERS
We started off as strangers, the five of us. I still remember the first time I noticed the one who sat in the round blue chair. I must confess she scared me a little, not because she was scary, but because she reminded me of the woman I used to work for who made me feel smaller than I already … [Read more...]
WRITING ABOUT WRITING
If you have nothing to write about, you can always write about writing. You can always write about the pen’s shadow across the page, as the sun pours through the window, over your left shoulder, illuminating everything all at once. You can always write about the quiet room, silence … [Read more...]