This should allow the thriving Scribe community to shine a little brighter and attract new bees! — Dear Reader, The writing prompt dedicated to the arrival of spring continues to welcome new and wonderful stories and poems! I am very excited, as we are at twelve entries so far, making this prompt the one with the most entries since the birth of Scribe! Maybe you’ve already read…

It won’t happen in our media, then maybe it’s up to us to take up the pen — Every day it’s the same chorus. But unlike the chorus of your favorite song of the moment, which you sing along to with a shiver, this one is the kind you never want to hear again. I’m talking about the melody served up by our press titles, Libération and The…

It’s about a planned separation for eroticism that brought loneliness and the loss of someone who sold himself as my soul mate — I guess I wasn’t good enough for him — Sunshine was always scarring the earth, A drought raged on for over a year Drapes tore partly from the destitution And from me nesting inside, finally touching! While the morning-sun view still gleamed, But I couldn’t let go of the other little things; The marsh marigolds lost to the semidesert! And bubbling euphoria from hot sex, lost! We…

A poem — How much regret can a person hold? When the room goes blue, wallpaper shrivels, smoothing out senseless remorse, the wheel turns a wish into a comic dog dance, those spangled shadow bones, Summer birds retreat into the swollen mist, the darkened bedroom of a lake home that burned down, we never meant to own…

A prose poem — The day ends how it begins. Periwinkle twilight; the dim light of a pink horizon. I don’t usually catch the scene in the morning; I’m tucked in a hidden corner of the house under covers, concealed behind curtains. I could pull the covers off and the curtains back, but I…

Inside our heart — Silence like an endless sky across the universe, hints at hidden depth too vast to know, as though all of life were a movement toward the perfection of a flower, or the harmony of bees, and the wisest course follows the silence, while the sun warms our face and tea cools on a nearby table…

It is late at night and I am awake wondering about the world I am living in. I am having surgery tomorrow. I had one 8 weeks ago and the surgeon made a mistake. Not intentionally I am sure. She is a lovely, intelligent, knowledgeable and thoughtful woman and I…

On eating all my words (and more) —

A Poem for My Brother — I stopped dead in my tracks watching the familiar figure of you walking away, just out of reach, waiting for you to feel my eyes at your back, willing you to turn around dead in your own tracks and see me. And so, you did! You raised your hand to me as if to wave hello. Your mouth shaped words as if…