Story Stew #2 Grandmothers Brew

Clasping a lightning bug in my hand. I asked my grandmother for a can. “Whatever for?” She asked me kind. “So I can keep it, so that it is mine.” She chuckled a bit and nodded her head. Denying me, my simple gift. Sadly I looked away to the ground. “The thing about firefly’s.” She…

Story Stew #1 Power

Beneath the calm surface a twinkle caught his eye. For there, lost in the murk of the lakes bottom was something that, simply, did not belong. Rolling his worn sleeve, he dip his arm as deep as he could. Wondering if he had found it. Could it really have been so close all this time?…

Poem- Storms Power

The clouds are on the ground tonight. They circle out around me. Almost I’m enchanted by, the moon embracing their being. I close my eyes, I lift my hands, Words whisper from my lips. Lightning strikes, the wind picks up. I’m overwhelmed by it. My hands drop down, my eyes reopen. The storm grows even…