When one dares to grasp something secretly magical from the world of dreams — Whether this meets the criteria for a prose poem or not, doing this is helping me develop skills to carry over to my narrative prose and make it more poetic. Even if the too tall wet grass hadn’t soaked his shoes on the way to Miller’s to get the newspaper…

Pondering what never truly was — I’m giving another try at prose poetry. Whether it hits the criteria or not, doing this is helping me develop skills to carry over to narrative prose. He found it about five feet away from a group of camellias one morning after a rainy night. There had been no strong…

Your mission, should you choose to accept it — design some art — Because art and design and creativity should be for everyone, we have done our best to make this hands-on (wings-on) studio instruction as simple as possible for anyone willing to try. What you will learn Line 202 follows Line 201 and will show you how to make line drawings from two sources: old book…

Yeah, we’re skipping the 100 level classes ’cause that’s just how we roll — You know, Amelia has my whole heart even though I suspect she herself has a heart like a biker chick. She hopes in secret this article goes hugely viral. If it does, we are using the extra cash to get her a real tattoo artist. (Notice I said “real tattoo…

Sometimes things are known only by the lasting shadows they leave behind — I’m giving another try at prose poetry. Whether it hits the criteria or not, doing this is helping me develop skills to carry over to narrative prose. They looked wickedly hot, bright red with occasional evil-looking contortions, hanging abundantly through the first frost. Those sweet peppers brightened her hearty winter…

With gratitude to my grandparents and Mary Oliver — Innocence sounds like a spring-powered metal bell, particularly when it can not speak words from fear. Innocence pedals as fast as it can to the corner and then ever so slowly back home. Innocence falls and gets back up. Innocence protects Teddy. Innocence sings silently, “So long Lonely Avenue.” Background This…

How what stays with you for decades can help take a bite out of writer’s block — When my chickens are hungry and there is an earthworm in the garden, they are truly menacing. Just look at those faces — gothic horror for anything that crawls. I’m so glad to not be an earthworm or a chicken, but I am a writer of sorts. And I would…

Julie — I have been following along with the variety of offerings by Sharing Words for some time now. It wasn’t until the article I read this morning that I knew the first name of the author behind these enjoyable reads. Her name had been as enigmatic as the image she has…

What a little white hen can teach us about rainbow colors — While we were designing our Christmas cards for this year, Pearl posed an interesting question that would lead us down an odd path to her next career goal. “Can people and other animals see colors as well as we chickens can?” Not-So-Fun Fact: Colorblindness affects 1 in 12 males and…