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Saturated

Sticky mist.Water hangs and hidesIn a fern curl,On a fence rail,Around the muddy cuff where the trail wentBoggy,Pools and crashesIn a tease through the treesOf the end and Beginning of the world. -Jenel Alan OriginalWorkPacificNorthwestPhotographyPoetryWater

Limitations?

Earlier this summer my brother and sister-in-law came to visit. They wanted to hike down to this beach – and I wasn’t quite up to it for several reasons. So I chose to stay behind at the overlook while they, and my husband, went down to the beach. This could have been disappointing to me…

Flash Fiction

So I’m posting my first piece of flash fiction.  What is flash fiction?  It’s a very short piece of fiction, usually less than 1000 words that still contains the basics of a story.  This is a piece I wrote awhile ago, inspired by a prompt in a writing magazine.   I’ll post any flash fiction pieces…

Still Dreaming

You think “If I lived there Would I really still see it? Would I know that it is not Water and dirt But a place where peace and power Ride side by side?” Let me tell you, my old self. The answer is yes. OriginalWorkPacificNorthwestPhotographyPoetryWater