Lou is feeling the call of the autumn leaves. (He retrieved it himself from the bowl I was snacking out of)

I love that when Canadian poet Anne Carson was notified that she‘d been awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature she said she was “listening to the wind” in Iceland. If that’s not a writer at work, I don’t know what is.

October evening sun through the woods behind my studio. Started as plein air, but ended as a memory exercise. Woodland Mosaic No.21 10”x8” oil on wood panel

I have a hybrid of knobs and a touch screen circa 2013 and really hate the fully touch screen versions. Hope they do bring it back!

"I was born on too warm a night, egg-beaked, talon-lifted. But before the drop, before the stones far below, between those scaled toes, I glimpsed the moon, full and blazing. The first thing you see is your mother. "She glowed, cool as rainwater, sleek as silver scales. In the center of..."

The Forbidden Lamp CarmesJocelin

ok leaving this up on the conference room whiteboard

"I am grateful for the October chill. It forces us closer together, to find warmth in community and stillness in ourselves." — Lucy Maud Montgomery

That sounds like the start to a good short story!

Very excited to have my midwest weird flash fiction story, "Lilting at Windmills" out with Hell Itself! "My childhood home is built from the skeleton of a windmill. Grandpa told me that windmills used to sing. Not with a human voice, but like a finger running around the rim of a glass."

Congrats!! 🎉💜

Oh wow what a read

My story “Mother Moon” is in this issue. 🐍🌕 “I was born on too warm a night, egg-beaked, talon-lifted. But before the drop, before the stones far below, between those scaled toes, I glimpsed the moon, full and blazing. The first thing you see is your mother.”