Writing Practice: One Red Leaf

One red leaf. Hanging moss. Blue sky with pre-storm clouds wafting over lake water flecked with gold light. Breeze. Can I hear it? Moving the hanging moss ever so gently. Chaos inside. Calm out here. One red leaf. Certainly not a sign of autumn. Oh. More red leaves. Eyes adjust and sift through the lush…

Writing Practice: A Whole Bottle and Two Cans

A wine glass on three metal coasters. Misaligned coasters. Square coasters. Bronze coasters. Matching coasters. They each are engraved with a scene of flowers. Sunflowers. These matching, engraved surfaces are pretty, but make the coasters hard to maneuver into perfect, stacking alignment. The coasters sit, in their wonky, pinwheel relationship, under the wine glass but…

Writing Practice: The Middle Tiki Torch

The middle tiki torch is older than the ones that flank it on the left and the right. Yes, it’s center-stage. Its wick is frayed and its oil tank, hidden by the weaved braid of its tiki-leaf container, is probably empty. A lizard, black-brown and speckled, is clamped motionless, head toward the ground, tail toward…