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Visions for the Mind

Posted by Nancy Lou Henderson in Poetry | 6 comments

Visions for the Mind Sun, fluffy clouds, blue skies Night, full moon, bright stars Tree, brown branches, green leaves House, raised windows, opened doors Grass, freshly cut, trimmed edges, Child, singing sweetly, doing circles Butterfly, bright yellow, fluttering wings Squirrel, digging dirt, hiding pecans Hummingbird, drinking fast, red flowers Rainbow, touching ground, vibrant colors Baby, newly born, opening eyes Heaven, golden gate, Angel wings God, loving Father, embracing arms. Views:...

My Writer

Posted by Nancy Lou Henderson in short story | 0 comments

Since music is playing loudly, my writer must be in a good mood. For days she has struggled to type on my computer keyboard. She comes into the Game Room then sits down in her comfy chair in front of the table while I sit patiently waiting on my stand. I am excited at the anticipation of her beginning to write. After she opens my lid, she stares at my keys, then shuts my lid, then says, “Sorry, not going to happen today, computer. Dag-nabbit!” Other times she types for hours, only stopping to stretch, eat some junk food, or make a mad dash to the restroom. Of course, you can...

Watching You

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Running, leaping, dancing along the electric line, watching, praying you will be fine. Straddling, clinging, sleeping on the branch of a tree, wondering, questioning if you see me. Flipping, rushing, fleeing from a Mocking bird, laughing, knowing that you heard. Digging, covering, patting the ground, loving, seeing, as you look around. Jumping, straddling, holding on to the feeder, smiling, waiting for a wobble or teeter. Sitting, looking, observing the world, praying, hoping if you are my squirrel Views:...

The Tunnel

Posted by Nancy Lou Henderson in short story | 6 comments

The Tunnel It was time to begin her journey, and Elsa wondered, was she prepared? Once taking the first step onto the pathway, there would be no going back. Elsa took a deep breath, closed her eyes then saw herself at the opening to the tunnel. A path stretched out in front of her, leading ever deeper into the dark hollow, but in the darkness, she could see only a few feet in front of her. As Elsa stepped on to the walkway, it began to move slowly like a conveyor belt going deeper into...

Hands

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Hands Soft, plump, smooth, and small, little Hands. Busy, touching, feeling, and moving, Inquisitive Hands Massaged, manicured, delicate, and weak, pretty Hands Large, strong, callused, and tough, working Hands Wringing, shaking, tapping, and distraught, nervous Hands. Wrinkled, aged, comforting, and kind, experienced Hands Views: 114