Tag Archives: nature

Wildfire Moon


Fire orange moon shine
light down on me, the river
we run away slow


Cat on Lap


The cat named Mailman
touches my nose with his nose
then purrs and stretches.

Impossibly cute.
I wouldn’t say I like cats
but this one, paw up,

claws in. This one is
cute, soft enough, and asleep
on my lap. But soon

he will be less cute
a human fed predator —
hired mouse snatcher,

leisure bird killer.
Surely a natural drawback
but I hesitate.

To Remember Massacre (100)


This image was provided by Madison Woods as inspiration for the Friday Fictioneers

Between Bear River and Beaver Creek, in the shifting light of dawn, a Red-winged Blackbird calls, seeing the morning, and plays the same whistle for the sun that it does every day.

A Blackbird knows time. It notices the color of the leaves, thick against a branch. It does not remember heavy snow or the color of blood.

This is not redemption or forgiveness. For war, for murder, we get neither; at least not right away. This is only the sweep of time over a place; the realization of a natural world that is absent in judgment, slow in retribution.

For more flashes prompted by this image, and to learn more about flash fiction, visit Madison Woods and explore the Friday Fictioneers.




Step up or back. Step right –
Step into gray.
Stay asleep. Hide.
Stay away. But not unfound.
Not too far.

Under shocked white –
whiter than clouds in the Big Sky –
greener than fresh
cut sharp hay –
blacker than moonlit Stillwater, oiled
I am waiting.

My sweat drying, a shower delayed,
I await varicose veins
burn my throat
on alcohol, unidentified.
Peer through the ground floor
window; step up.
Dream in shades of white
oiled and cut; stay asleep.

Not too far.