Exploring the Places No One is Talking About
Out we went riding, bikes bumping, thumping as wheels turned over on uneven sidewalks. Soon I heard high notes, at first I believed the sound came from the bikes chaines, but soon learned of the true origins. The notes are the squeal of breaks on the tracks. Each break producing its own unique note. Beneath
I wrote this poem last summer. I do not remember the context but I felt that it was a good follow up to last weeks fiction post. Childhood is a time of magic and possibilities. Adults know all and there is an adventure waiting just around the corner. Days full of wonder and delight.
I wrote this after having reread The Great Gatsby as an adult. ************ There is a particular feel to summer. It is not just the warming of the weather that makes it time for tanks, shorts, and flip-flops. Summer months are a time of possibility. When we are little the summer is when we are free
This first piece is something I wrote last year. It is not part of anything larger, just a scene that popped into my head and I decided to put it into words. ************ The siren stood wrapped in black furs while standing amid an ice field. She had that had left the southern seas to
Currently the only things that I have posted on my blog have been true stories. Moments from my life, my thoughts on books, and sharing a love of cooking. But the other blogs that I have found and started reading have inspired my to post my own creative work. I don’t know how often I’ll
McGee Travel Tales 