UPDATE: WRITER’S WORKSHOP II, April, 2020: Sally Packed Devilled Eggs, The “Deep-Holes” of Alice Munro

UPDATE: What have I packed? Spring, complete with coronavirus-driven sequestration, like everyone else. My spring also involves hundreds of newly started seeds for a garden and a young flock of chickens, the first three of which--beautiful Cuckoo Marans who lay dark chocolate-colored eggs--will arrive this week. I can't wait; more on that next week. For … Continue reading UPDATE: WRITER’S WORKSHOP II, April, 2020: Sally Packed Devilled Eggs, The “Deep-Holes” of Alice Munro

Brave and Reckless Call for Submissions – Sharing Our Truths: Finding Connection Through Writing And Art As We Process covid-19

I wrote earlier today about personal struggles I am having deciding what to post on Brave and Reckless during these uncertain times (While Rome Burns).  My very wise friend Georgiann Carlson at Rethinking Life reminded me that I am known for my writing/creativity prompts and that it would make sense for me to collect and publish writing … Continue reading Brave and Reckless Call for Submissions – Sharing Our Truths: Finding Connection Through Writing And Art As We Process covid-19

Rock Me

Wrap your hipsaround minerock mewith the forceof passion’s stormlet our wild heartsand whiskey nightsscorch the morning sky ©️MidwestFantasy/Beth Amanda July 2020

Throwback Friday: Metamorphosis – Michele Vecchitto

Reposting this from 2014  Flames flickering, lapping, reaching Smoldering embers glow blood red Smoke invades and suffocates Distress turns to despair Somewhere the devil dances and demons sing Walls of water climbing, growing, towering Crushing waves spiral, bile brown Sea invades and suffocates Distress turns to despair Closer, the devil and demons dance Clouds of … Continue reading Throwback Friday: Metamorphosis – Michele Vecchitto

Throwback Friday – Not Forgot – Eric (EDC Writing)

Flash fiction from 2017; from a memory much further back than then: He stands a foot from the wall, illuminated by strobe lit blobs and spheres, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cold beer. 10 pm he’d guess, summer darkness outside lures moths to flight, rhythm finds his feet, yet too soon … Continue reading Throwback Friday – Not Forgot – Eric (EDC Writing)