Five words:  I wouldn’t have recognised them so can’t blame those who were there if they don’t either.

From these were spun tales such as the lady’s maid who turned poisoner…

I painted an old fish camp dock many gray hairs ago, its slips all filled with aluminum boats, and called it “The Cows are Lying Down” because the fish don’t bite when the bovines aren’t standing.

I don’t know what the hell to expect if the cows are lying with the fishes, but that’s what they were doing when I passed through the Midwest last week.…

I wish I could be a little more G. with a mysterious aura in my words, that cut like a knife then soothe like a swan. 

I wish my words were a bit more distinguished, like the English flavor of Sx2 and the cultured taste of ED. and his beloved N. 

I wish I could make the world laugh like EB and mesmerize nations online and in person like MB.

I wish my writing could escape reality like T. or maybe be rooted in the past like D.

I wish my words flowed like the music…

Click, click, click. The typing of the keys accompanied by the camaraderie of an eclectic group of writers. Pens flow with the ink of inspiration. Today is the day I break through my block. Perhaps I can gain some creativity through osmosis. I must write. 

This year I took small steps, but steps nonetheless.

 It was, for me, a year of real financial hardship, but I made it through with the help of  some friends and learned that there's a well of generosity in people that I do not always see.

The year 2011 was  tumultuous worldwide, and my one regret is that I didn't join an Occupy event, for I am undoubtedly and solidly one of the 99 percent.

I learned the wonderful truth that I am not a novelist but a short story writer,…

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(part 2 take-off)

Dear World,

We accept the fact that we were destined to spend a whole weekend in North Carolina for whatever reason it is that got us there.  But we think you’re wrong if you don’t realize that what makes us formulate a 6 is…

Home.

Barely functional.

Thoughts of HoW.

Lame, non-funny six posted.

Pressure for greatness simply…

I am so happy.  I am so happy and intoxicated in my sunny back yard with salmon on the grill and kids in the tiny pink $7.00 pool.  I'm full of Three Olives vodka and glad for my life, my beautiful children on Mother's Day, but at the same time I'm thinking ahead to July and my fellow Sixers.  I'm missing you and anxious to drink Three Olives with my "pack".  I'm staring down at my red painted toes, wondering how hot it will be in Blowing Rock in July.  I'm imagining sitting on the deck of…

Nine of your fellow sixers spent this past Labor Day in New Orleans. See what happens when a House of Writers (HoW) cavorts in a city rich in fodder. Click HERE to read some outstanding stories inspired at this wonderful gathering.…

The many facades and the ornate columns within could’ve been designed by Caligula, the bricks hauled and the sand turned to mortar by the sweat of slaves. In the dimly lit and smoky interior, contented sighs swirled around pumping fists, and eyes glazed at the assortment of fruits, meat and vegetables shoveled onto either ice or steam…

Strolling around Jackson Square and down Rue Bourbon one night after plunking down nearly $60 for a to-die-for ribeye, I couldn’t help but notice the stark contrasts from what I’d seen that morning.…

“All tourists,” she gestured.

“It’s not about the…

I could’ve told them what’s around the corner: "You’ll meet a man in green under a big hat, in touch with his feminine side, who’ll whisk you across the threshold."…

Lust hung in the night air like cigarette smoke in a pool hall.…