The Sill of the World

blotchy Outside the bookstore an academic journal lies half-propped against the curb, its cover grazing the tires of a parked car. The page...

This is an exciting find: At Crystal Calliope , another version of a week in seven words (and some kind words about my blog - thanks!). I e...

brighten After a night of little sleep and a few days in a slump, I don't think I can be inspired that afternoon. I'm mistaken. He...

bombinate I've never found the sound of bees pleasant or cheerful. I wish they could stay silent as they descend on the daffodils or po...

Magpie Tales blog posts a photo each week that's meant to serve as inspiration for a poem, vignette, or other short piece of writing. ...

Artists' Working Methods In varying states of undress, like John Cheever and Victor Hugo? In a spirit of spitefulness, like Ibsen? Or, l...

anagrams One game after another, on tables pushed close to sunny windows. The afternoon drifts by to the sharp click of letter tiles, laugh...