Red Room Where the Writers Are

I'm looking at my wife's naked back in amazement. She's asleep. The baby breathes next to her. Early morning darkness smokes our bedroom window. The sheets moonwrinkled.

I'm writing cold bacon and rice cakes.  There is not one damn interesting thing to say.  There should be something...anything.  I wasted this day in a haze.  Weary.  A bruise on my shoulder fr

Of course, there are no stars. No cricket can be heard. No deep night owl or the frantic scratching of a wild raccoon. Not even the dumb rooting of a possum.

Lunch.  Clouds a few white snarls against the blue.  Clomping across the parking lot concrete.  A water hose martyred by tire tracks curving new alphabet across the yellow lines, the nose of the

Okay, lovers. Here are a few more questions from What I Love About You, a guided journal that helps you spell out what exactly you love about your special person -

We can do better than "I love you." We can make them believe it. What exactly do we love about our sweethearts?

Spreading the Love

by Kate--