My Kentucky country relatives used figurative language so colorful and specific, it amounted to poetry. I mean, yeah, “a toothy grin” paints a picture, but there’s nothing striking about the image. Ah, but my Kentucky country relatives never used “a toothy grin” to describe a…
It’s the first of the month, so there’s a new Hot Flash (micro-mini story) on my Hot Flashes page. I usually post a sample from something I’m writing or something I’ve written on Sample Sunday, but occasionally I post an entire thing. Today, I give…
A Year in Haiku Spikes of bronze grass lie beneath the snow, concealed to pierce the heart of Spring. Hummingbirds duel fiercely over the feeder – dual Cyranos. Full moon in the trees, why do you diminish when you rise above Earth? On a snow-lapped…
