They say no one wants to hear about your dreams. Don't open a story with a dream. Don't end a story saying it was all a dream. It all sounds fair enough. I think Newhart did well ending as a dream. It's the exception not the rule, no doubt. David Lynch has a lot to …
My mother would be 76 years old today if she were around to experience such earthly things as birthdays. Now I for one don't believe in heaven or hell, but should these places exist, do the dead celebrate birthdays? I would think not. "I'm 202 years old now, 64 of those years on Earth." Would …
I've written a story for the start of the year. I shall dispense with caveats and explanations. Suffice it to say, I've decided to share it here. So here it is! How Celestia Green Gained a Wolf and Lost Her Parents The tower clock struck midnight as Celestia Green ran, her hair a mess and …
How does your year end? Hurtling itself over the finish line with whoops and streaming ribbons? Crawling, tired and dazed, in poorly fitting clothes? Sauntering perhaps, but needing to remind itself once again what year it actually was? In any event, the year moves on, tipping its hat or taking a swing at the mile …
The stars in the northern hemisphere have their longest night to shine. We're here in the colding dark looking up into the divine. Wish upon those winter stars born before the world set sail. We're heading into the New Year lands. What will be our tale?
Hello from December! This last weekend, I had a both at a local art fair. It is, by far, my favorite of the different fairs and festivals I've taken part in. This is possibly because it is indoors. No heat, no wind, no rain threatens my work or wears me down. The fair featured "established" …
Have you seen a New Yorker article about the horrors of the birthday week? The author takes exception to people who celebrate their birthday for more than one day. It's narcissistic and self-obsessed. It's childish. Reading the article and several of the comments made me wonder about how some of us seem to live in …
When my mom died 30 years ago today, she left behind many pieces of unfinished art. Though not enough. I wish there were more. Much of her art was in the hands of others, and I have only my memory of them. She made things before the days of Instagram and camera phones. When she …
When October arrives, it brings in magic. At least it does for me. I'm always a little sad when October departs (in no small part because my excuse to walk around in an outlandish dress must be packed away into the dark) though all is not lost. Christmas with its lights and ornaments is coming. …
The veil is lifting and your ghost waits there. Reach across with a gift and listen with care. Perhaps the breeze carries a voice or a song. The spirits crossing over shine bright and strong. Please welcome these guests. Wait. Do not leave. The celebration's just beginning on All Hallows' Eve.
Marta Bacon 