Narrative Paralysis

 And so ends Napowrimo . Thanks for reading. Maybe I’ll post more than twice a year this time! A. Earlier, I scorned the ocean and the sun. ...

 The penultimate day of Napowrimo’s prompt . I. The Apple: old reliable. Constant as the day is sure to occur after night. Like a warm blank...

Today’s prompt.  People  some eggs in no baskets. A horn shouts. Dissonance in a growing ruckus. I see my foe. This taped fist splits his no...

 Today’s prompt. God help them, In the flight path of the falling axe. Let them eat all the cake they want, It’s fueled with substitute flou...

  Today’s prompt Born to be a wanderer Fight confederates and Cyclops. Really the same thing as far as vision- Worldview- Is concerned. A fo...

  Today’s prompt! A daisy,  for all of its mythology,  smells like urine. (But then, So does a home with small children) [Can’t get it Out o...

 Today’s prompt tasked us with unlikely reviews. A fine way to spend time. A combination platter of  Loving platitudes And battles of wills ...

 Today’s prompt : I. A room becomes a haunted house. Without costumes, it’s just a series of predictable jump scares. We’ll shuffle through ...

 Today’s prompt is stolen from Dickinson’s poem found here . Banish! Air from Air  Divide  Light, if you dare. Light likes to remain whole ...

 Today’s prompt had me choose a word and write about it.  If you were wondering, that word is the title of this piece. Worm yourself in  th...

 Later post tonight, but here is the poem based on today’s prompt . Video fun time with Video Fun Time Host version 156.3 year 5XXX. Beta Mo...

  The arrangement is simple: I’m bathed in a streetlight Or the light of my backyard Or any other light that creates a spot in the darkness....