[Image Art by: Aziz Acharki – Unsplash.com] ©Gina Malloy’s Secret By BR Chitwood Recently… Ah, hell, just yesterday, I made the decision to end a
Hearts Melt in the Snow Mellowed by age, this ‘sunset’ heart still embraces the feelings that steal into its pulsing organ, that magic which changes
My Free Verse to the Univers By Billy Ray Chitwood “The Cracked Mirror…” is a Fictional Memoir I wrote a few years ago…ninety per cent
Today, perhaps my mind is still unsettled, still searching for some ultimate truths, and that is okay. The words still mean something to me. Whatever my writing comes to be, somewhere in those sentences and paragraphs, in those characters and plots, there will be parts of me, and, actually, they are pretty easy to find. I am not a very large mystery in the scheme of things.
Whatever the generation, we must live in it, accept its technological advances, and move on with our lives. Then, the succeeding generations can claim us ‘nuts’ for leaving them with such a mess to clean up.
A striking lady stood on her toes in the aisle placing a small brown valise in the overhead compartment. Momentarily, I was stunned by her beauty, by the delicate beige dress of chiffon that surrendered sensually to her curvaceous body in a most delicious way. Her long golden tresses dropped elegantly just below her shoulders.