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burning memories

Writing Prompt: Burning Down the House Your home is on fire. Grab five items (assume all people and animals are safe). What did you grab? Photo album Book Computer Journal Wallet If I could gather up all my photos and books, that would…

remembering honey

it was the summer of 2010. i looked out at the Melbourne ocean. i was remembering Jamaica and small white stones under bare feet. i remember someone fetching water down by the road side water pump, jackfruit and sugar cane growing along the…

deja vu

I keep having deja vu moments. I had another one today that felt like a repeat of one I had a couple months ago. There is something I need to remember and I’m not sure what it is. Whatever is on the horizon…

forgotten

i’ve forgotten many yesterdays. tomorrow is a dream waiting to come true Image Author Unknown

winter days in vermont

It was cold in Vermont. A week long stay felt like months of winter. Minus temperatures. Flash snow storms. Ice patches. Frozen ears and fingers in a matter of two minutes. It is a much more bearable state in the summer. At this…

the smallness of now

we don’t live in the past or the future. we live in the now. memory is not a timeline, nor a calendar. it’s a place where fragments of experience invade our lives non-stop. the now is the creation of new invaders, a small…

memory #709

Memory is manna. I had a red play book that my mother had bought for me many years ago when I was a child. In it were all manner of things to do. It showed me how to fold paper boats, make a…

listening to the echoes

Writing Prompt: Gut Feeling When’s the last time you followed your instinct despite not being sure it was the right thing to do? Did it end up being the right call? I’m a tad psychic, so I’ve learned to trust what the universe,…

spinning tales

Writing Prompt: Spinning Yarns What makes a good storyteller, in your opinion? Are your favorite storytellers people you know or writers you admire? Writers come and go, but storytellers are one in a million. True storytellers pick you up and drop you into…

memory #1037

Memory can be sharp, or dull. Either way, it is memory, and it lingers—long and intrusive, flawed, but sometimes rich and overflowing with love. It was about six years ago. My lover and I were out on the porch. It was a hot…

things gone by to come

Writing Prompt: Present-day you meets 10-years-ago you for coffee. Share with your younger self the most challenging thing, the most rewarding thing, and the most fun thing they have to look forward to. I look across the table at my 10-years-ago self, wondering what…

memory #867

Memories never come in any particular order. So I’ll number mine randomly, in the spirit of the randomness of memory. I was no more than 12 years old. A friend had just come up from Jamaica and had never seen snow before. The…

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