Day 8: Achoo

Prompt: A line by Sylvia Plath: Barely daring to breathe or Achoo,   A cautious dawn today. A cold one, a winter morning. Sunny April. A crisp day, one to shake off sleep. In 20 minutes I was ready and out the door, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. My mother sits at home sewing […]

Day 1: A reading in brownies

Day 1: Self-portrait in metaphor My online Tarot reading said, “You are fat, swinging, delicious, phonic, and burnt.” Sweet taste of pizza, just like my surging blood presure, listed as bursting with thirty seconds left to live. A choice of time offered, enough of “All of the above,” my favorite. A choice to live or […]