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Postcard-sized flash fiction about the things we think we know about others, life, alien abduction, and everything in between. And it all starts with an image...

Poetry Stew

The secret is to let the words simmer in a broth of irony and truth, the butterfly said to me. Add a dash of laughter and a single teardrop. Sprinkle two parts empathy, one-part fantasy and three tablespoons of humor. Make sure this is well mixed before continuing. This will offset the cup of tragedy and the full fat can of anger you’ll add near the end. Garnish with a leaf of love and a dollop of creamed life experience. Add passion and joy to taste. That, my dear chef, the butterfly said, is the secret to a poem that moves people.

 
 
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Postcard-sized flash fiction about the things we think we know about others, life, alien abduction, and everything in between. And it all starts with an image...

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Word of the Year-2025

For my 2025 word of the year, I chose COURAGE. I know, it’s not the most original pick—but hear me out. Something about courage stuck with me this time, especially after watching a documentary on The Tragically Hip. For those unfamiliar, they’re kind of a Canadian thing. A band that

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Hinterland is Real

They say seeing is believing. I didn’t know what that meant until that night. I was coming home late, later than I should, and I knew I was going to catch heck. Momma didn’t even pretend to be patient when me or my sister wasn’t home in time for dinner.

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Postcard-sized flash fiction about the things we think we know about others, life, death, and everything in between. And it all starts with an image...

Deadly Mist

The mist crept closer, slithering across the boot prints she left behind on the soft, moist ground. She urged her legs to go faster over the uneven path. A leafless tree grabbed at the flying strands of her long silver hair as she ran past. They hung like shiny tinsel

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