Dear John

10/06/202110/07/2021 / Liz H / 30 Comments

“What instrument shall I use, and what medium to convey my deepest and most honest wishes?” Annalisa, one hand holding her elbow, the other holding her chin, scanned the open drawer filled with seven different kinds of pens (one with eight different nibs for calligraphy), a half dozen different colored inks, brushes of many sizes and an uncounted number of acrylic paints (some rolled tight into tiny secret snails of color, others fat and shiny like a slug that didn’t give a shit), a box of 50-count soft pastels (none broken, but all tested and of different lengths…a lovely diversity), and no markers of any kind as she detested them. Continue reading →

Tree of Life

09/25/202109/25/2021 / Liz H / 12 Comments

Prompt from Carrot Ranch is “Author’s Chair.” I chose to dream of where Vision begins.

Stepping from the top of one tree to middle of the other, she slides toward the trunk, tests each step. Continue reading →

Time to Leash the Beast

06/07/2021 / Liz H / 8 Comments

April hoisted the printout of her first novel off the counter of the Office Supply Store.

“Maybe you’d like a box for that?” suggested employee Office Max. “Don’t think I have a bag strong enough!” Continue reading →

Four and Twenty

02/07/202102/07/2021 / Liz H / 7 Comments

cook carrying a blackbird pie, like the nursery rhyme

Source: “The Song of Sixpence” (1881), Walter Crane

The Hunter’s moon rose high as Henry knelt, pulling the pie out of the oven. Dear Liza’d been sent, holey bucket in hand, to gather autumn leaves for decoration. For their 154^th anniversary, he’d sworn to make the pie on his own, Continue reading →