The Northwest forests, dark and foreboding, hold many secrets, some mysterious, others enthralling and some that are best left to the forbidden darkness from where they reside. On a cool November afternoon, Marley stumbles onto one of these grim, shocking discoveries only to find that she has unwillingly become part of it. It was Read More…
Author: bette
The House on River Road . . . by Shirley Hyatt
If you have read any of my stories, you’ll see that I am fascinated by houses of all varieties. For me, they have personalities that are quite aside from the people who inhabit them. In my experience, very few houses have had only one owner so there is an accumulation of fingerprints, voices, emotions that remain. Are Read More…
The Sax Player . . . by Jim Grandjean
Sometimes we are haunted as much by the future as we are by the past: The Sax Player is a raw and gritty account of a lonely musician mired in guilt and regret, serving the last of his troubled life in a grim purgatory of sordid roadhouses and bars. Struggling with his own humanity and Read More…
Flowers and Shells . . . by Karl Sandstrom
What happened to the dove? Where have the children gone? The ones who wore shells And sang of peace and love What became of the day? When sweet words rose By the sunlight in hearts And flowers on the way Now words seem uncaring And there’s nowhere to turn Like the earth only frowns And Read More…
Stargazer . . . by Annie Hale
I wrote Stargazer during a writer’s group assignment after listening to a session of Natalie Goldberg and Julia Cameron speak on writing from joy. The idea of writing without sensor is not new to me. I have enjoyed using Julia Cameron’s Artist Way Journal in the past. The idea of tapping into my spiritual connection Read More…