Souvenir

SOUVENIR   Take me back to that night back to the river – with its sleek stones for skipping across the water, summer trees reaching bank to bank, and me, a teenager then, sitting on the sandbar beneath someone else’s stars.   I did not belong there that night,...

Every Breath You Take

EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE He rationed his lines of breath, slowed them down almost to zero. It wasn’t so much a conscious action but he saw it happen, felt his body caving in – in slow motion.   The phone call about her death syphoned his lungs, collapsed his...

The Value of a Writing Buddy

Every night for the 30 days in November, 2009, I received an email from my friend, Tracy Million Simmons, a fellow writer. She’d tell me how many words she’d written that day. And she might throw in a mention about a character or how her plot was moving, or how she...

Writing Exercise – a To-Do List Poem

  Love of words, love of language is one of the main reasons I write. For me, it’s so much fun to create imagery that is fresh and new. Because beautiful imagery is a thing that inspires me, when I find my writing energy lacking, I’ve learned to go back to my first...

A Rumor of Coyotes

  Hello, People of the World! Cheryl Unruh here. Welcome to my new blog! I’m really excited to have a new space to spill words onto! A clean new site! I’ll be covering several main topics here. For one thing, I’ll be talking about the writing process – sharing...