Sometimes,
in the light of sun
I cannot talk
to anyone,
as if in dark
of night and sleep
I tucked myself
away.
Slipping out,
pushing back
the fringed edges,
blinking at
the blinding rays
revealing,
I retreat.
Flash Fiction Fridays
Pages
Tags
- A Death in The Family
- At Swim Two Birds
- Barthes
- BASS
- Black Swan Green
- Blindness
- BLOGGING
- Borges
- Calvino
- Clockwork Orange
- Confrontation
- Consolation of Philosophy
- Cormac McCarthy
- DeLillo
- EDUCATION
- Faulkner
- Flatland
- Geronimo Sandoval
- Glimmer Train
- Henderson The Rain King
- if on a winter's night a traveler
- Ishiguro
- Jamestown
- Kundera
- Life of Pi
- LITERATURE
- Margaret Atwood
- Marquez
- Master and Margarita
- Munro
- Murakami
- Peter Taylor
- Plato
- Ploughshares
- POETRY
- provinces of night
- REALITY
- St. Augustine
- Steinbeck
- Suttree
- The Unbearable Lightness of Being
- Tropic of Cancer
- Updike
- William Gay
- WRITING
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"I will breakfast from the cupboard where uneaten dreams are kept"
Categories
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"I foresee the successful future of a very mediocre society."
Archives
EDUCATION
LITERATURE
NEW MEDIA
Wordpress
WRITING
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
Insert a Trite Metaphor About a Corral
This roundup covers the period from 30 July to 5 August 2004.
I love your morning metaphors. When I’m teaching beginning writers workshops I’m always on the lookout for other writers who can paint pictures with exquisite metaphors. Looks like you’ve got it. Glad I found your site that I can refer other writers to. Keep up the great work!
Thank you Barb, and you can bet that I appreciate the teachers of writing. The pictures are out there, we just learn how to put two different ones together to make it something new.