Ohhh, sad, ohh, how beautifully you capture the sense of shock and loss, the "carry on" with that weight of grief all the days of our lives. Oh, the thwarted surprise! This is one reason life

what a classic freewrite! Without directly describing it, you really capture the loss of your father. This! .... part of freewriting is, to me, allowing those thoughts to flow through your fingers, but

What she said - how well you capture the teen angst, and the strange, small details one might fixate on, because the big picture is too hard to handle. This teenager takes it all in, and we feel her pain,

I am truly in awe of your needlwork - busy you, busy needles, making such beautiful, intricate things! That balloon bouquet - I cannot imagine - all the threads to cut and tie off and work in. What a labor

Oh, you are doing a great thing, posting these stories as they come! I was only explaining that for me it's hard to follow, but serializing as-we-write is a trend. The image of the pink flower, I thought,

"The Ballroom Project" works for me as a permanent title. An old editor I know would purge "The" from every title of every short story, to the chagrin of all Perhelion Science Fiction

This link to continuing Folastar’s story is broken: But I don't read posts via ecency anyway, so I'll hunt for it under your Hive address. :) This one definitely has me wanting more of Folastar! ... he

We haven't heard from you for some time, Aisling. I hope all is well. This poem is a keeper. My mom's cousin was on my mind, a WWII vet, Purple Heart, and this is very timely. Yes, a month later, I came

"You'll never fly to the moon!" - "You'll never -" "Impossible" - It's also the stuff of great novels and movies. :)

Love it! Tweeted and FB shared - but the image takes a long time to show up at Twitter and often, it never does. Go figure. Twitter only allows so many characters, or I'd have said more - "Great post

Ditto that! I get a "Chicken Little" vibe - or is it a bread-baking Little Red Hen vibe? The nay-sayers. The chorus of naysayers. (No hyphen.) "Shoot the moon" - why does that crack

Oh, the lying GPS... Last week a Fed Ex driver tried to hand me a package addressed to my neighbor. I pointed to the house to the east of me. "But the GPS took me to this house," he said. YOU

"Lay them down" - what a great rallying cry! Phones are the enemy's weapons! Distracting us, enslaving us. In our last-century childhoods, if we could have seen documentaries of our granchildren

Interesting: What we want most, sometimes, is the absence of things. Distractions. Stressors. What do you want for Mother's day? "No fighting amongst you kids. No whining." Oddly, that was one

Oooh yes - the nondescript white blossoms of the viburnum, and then, this: when the tree drops its flowers, the ground beneath it is breathtakingly gorgeous. Blooms that are composed of many tiny blossoms

Oh man I love this one too: A plant has stood up in the forest and called your name The angelica calling your attention to it, then the cat needing some angelica.... And the fact that "angel"

Ok, I bought the ebook ($2) ... waiting now for it to Kindle. Meanwhile, one more sample from the amazon page:

This ebook is on sale for $1.99 for a limited time. Evolutionary Herbalism This excerpt reminds me of the way your angelica was "speaking to" you.

Wow, do I ever relate to this: It takes me a while to compose my thoughts. Often, when I should speak, I don’t, or can’t, because I don’t have the right words at the right time, and my silence is considered

Aww thanks. And yes. You are allowed to poach rescue a stray plant from the wilderness. My policy: I pull a dozen or more garlic mustard for every trout lily I've liberated from the county land. Save the