Part three of our trip takes us through the Middle Rhine.
I write flash fiction, non-fiction, essays and novels. This month’s Tease is from an essay inspired by the lyrics from a seventies release.
The exit sign. Does it read the same from the other side? No, same door, different purpose.
For Terrel and Sisse’ and Ayesha and all the other friends we made in the islands last Spring. A reposting of this pictorial, a hope that you are all safe tonight.
Our September visit to the James T. Slavin Conservation Area provided some scenic shots.
A related post showing the same region can be found here.
I write flash fiction, non-fiction, essays and novels. This month’s Tease is from an essay in progress.
When does the party end? To paraphrase the lyrics of a familiar song, its when the lights get turned (out) off. But is that really true? Some parties are just getting started when the lights go down.
So then, what actually signifies the party’s end?
At a wedding, it might be when the newly married couple exits. At a graduation or birthday, it might be after the presents are opened. When its a wine party and the wine is all gone … well.
To me, what signifies the end of a gathering is when the tables get broken down. Let’s face it, if you stay longer than the furniture, chances are, you’re annoying someone. Perhaps the host, perhaps the people they are paying to break it all down and clean it all up. Either way, take your hint from the folding chairs.
Stories and photos from Scotland
Blurring the lines between poetry and prose
"Everyone needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to the soul" -John Muir
Is it destiny, happenstance or stratagem?
Showcasing the beauty of Mother Nature
A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
Where Fictional Characters Rule
Reading, Writing, and some Madness
The semi-private writings of a thirty-something fat girl
reflections on a passing life
Everyone has a story to tell. This is me, telling mine.
I had to find some way to entertain myself, so I made up stories in my mind. One night I started writing them down and never stopped.
I Read To Learn About Others - I Write To Learn About Myself
The Art and Craft of Blogging
Wandering, wondering and writing
Where no one is barred and everyone is grilled.
Death Before Sour Mix