Browsing Category: Short Story

        It was Steinbeck’s truth that gave him courage to write and give his art.  Believing for whom was meant, art would be found and seen, and that to rest it’d fall away, he was freed to tell his full of dreams and share his whole of truths.         In faith, he […]

        “If a story is not about the hearer (they) will not listen.  And here I make a rule—a great and lasting story is about everyone or it will not last.  The strange and foreign is not interesting—only the deeply personal and familiar.”—John Steinbeck, East of Eden _____         Deep down, she knew […]

               She woke in joy from pleasure-dream to a new-day hope in peace.  Before her bedroom window view, naked branch of redbud showed still in winter-bare.  She smiled in her heart looking forward to its spring.                Despite the winter season’s hold, room within was warm, and beginning into dress, she willed instead to stay […]

               It was only a morning scribble—written fast to make her feel, to inspire thought and invitation to action of the art, raw and unrefined as the give and share had been.                She read the page.  He read her eyes, their widen light and follow-shade, temper of first flash-feel; her smile that showed, further […]

               Waning gibbous shone, still high in west and navy sky’s become of sky blue-pink; snow lavender in shade of morn before the sun.  In the light, in the mood, her skin shaded as sky same, lavender of blue in shadow away, pink to light’s face and, too, of tone warmings painting through.                 She […]