I Fall Becca ​ I heard tell of a man who has eyes as blue as the ocean when frozen along the shores of the far north. The tales told of...

Calling Becca My eyes strain to see the caller of the cry Sun warms the air through the glass pane The voice is hushed by the weight of...

Each boy takes his turn, then they break to search for their next game piece. Being the youngest, Harry’s turn is last.  He has more time...

Lonesome Cowboy's Song A Paradelle By Becca ​ Ride into town on your Pinto Your hat sitting low, hiding the sun Your hat low, hiding the...

by Becca My full face was lit with the heat of Spring Sun shining through the windshield A sharp eye tuned to passing Static that is our...

Becca ​ Still the smoke rings rise; billows of charcoal clouds lingering, low. The sky is heavy with gray, powdery ash, while angry...

Becca We watched the clock, while not watching. We kept the radio humming with music unheard. We listened to the rain. Watched it...

The Chosen Few Becca Wandering through the stacks, she spies Dad's smoke rings encircle and into her mind delve The smell lingers, heavy,...

Tapping my pencil on the edge of my desk. Why do I still use a pencil? Come to think of it, why do I still write everything longhand? ...

Domination Becca I have to get out of here. I have to go now. It's late, I know and Jessie is sound asleep, it would be nice if she could...

They finally locate Grandpa, lying dead on the parlor floor. The knife still in his back. Every head turns to Uncle Joe. Not a word is...

From the edge, the bottom of the pool wiggles. Entering the water, her Mother swims by below. She cannot leave the edge. Mother too,...

Writings previously published on my site's front page. Pages Becca ​ The delicate leaves of verse, held together by a woven spine, tell...

This is an example of Flash Fiction. What an interesting genre. Flash is a writing style in which you are challenged to write a...

An empty page can be very daunting. It takes some time to learn the skill of sitting down and facing the empty page with no prompt to...

Like really good bourbon, head-spinning passionate sex, or a baseline of thunder you can feel in your chest...