Gray is the color of neutrality, nuance, and ambiguity. Maybe that's why so many people dislike it. People like clear-cut sides and answers; they crave the simplicity of black and white. Gray is more complicated than that. It blurs the lines with it's many shades. You could call it "indecisive", but I find it to … Continue reading Gray Represents Life
Prompt: Write about the secrets carved in the door. The old wood was scarred with years of secrets. Words twisting, turning, and overlapping, covered every inch of the door until it breathed in the dim lights of the hallway. The carved words spoke in whispers, in voices echoing their physical presence.Some smooth and quieted with … Continue reading The Scarred Door
I become obsessed with perfection when my anxiety spikes. Filling every moment of my time with self-improvement tasks, as if I could compensate for my own shameful humanity through diligence. It's a performance, with myself as the only audience. A dance of of wild precision - a single misstep will bring me crashing down. It's … Continue reading Anxious Perfection
Prompt: Write about someone's eyes without saying the color. You would have thought they'd be cold. Cold, flat, and hard- like a sheet of ice on the lake in January. But, those eyes weren't cold at all. They were bright. Bright, expressive, and lively- like light dancing off the waves in June. People are full … Continue reading Lake-Like Eyes
Inspired by the Pintrist prompt: "Write what he said about the coffee" "It's cold." He said it blandly, an observation rather than a complaint. It was a short sentence. A mere two words about a cup of coffee after a stony 16 hours of silence. "Should I warm it for you?" I asked, careful to … Continue reading A Cold Cup
The sun beat down on your face as you lay in the grass next to me. Your right arm rested over your eyes, while your left hand rested on my knee. Next to your head a full dandelion temptingly nodded it's cotton head. I reached across your sleeping form, careful not to disturb your slumber, … Continue reading Wish Come True
Writing Challenge: Nov 2, 2018 Prompt Inspiration: Write about your city as if it were a person. If Provo were a person, it would be the kinky-closeted Mormon. The matching sweater, straight-laced, caffeine-free, church-going pioneer stock who drinks alcohol, pops opioids, and engages in extra-marital affairs behind closed doors. Their lawn may be green in … Continue reading Provo
Prompt: What does Autumn taste like? Autumn is the season of flavors, the taste: warm, hearty, sweet, and spicy. The season tastes like cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger and toasted brown sugar. It tastes like roasted garlic, salt, pepper, and hot vegetables. It tastes like fresh-baked yeast, hot, steaming starch, and juicy, sweet meat. It tastes like … Continue reading Taste of Autumn
Writing Challenge: Sept 5, 2018 Prompt: Write about the hands of someone you love. She’s always worn several rings, at least she has for as long as I can remember. There was her wedding band: small diamonds set in gold, and her child-rings featuring a gemstone representing each month one of us grandchildren were born. … Continue reading Grandma’s Hands
Bringing Mae Flowers 