I’m a week late posting this piece in the gem of a journal that is Microfiction Monday Magazine. The micro form transforms one’s writing heart into a fluid and raw state. For me, writing micros frees my mind from the baggage it so often carries while trying to impress. I hope you stop by Microfiction Monday. And while you’re there, check out all the marvelous micros; Edition 116 boasts beautiful pieces by David Hensen and G.J. Williams!
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Huzzah! Huzzah! Congratulations, AnnMarie — terrific work as always, my friend!
DS
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Thank you, DS. Love the Huzzah!
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The Doll With No Name? And she wore an old Navaho blanket and smoked a cigar? What about Clint Ann?– as in Clint Ann Eastwood??
Sorry, A-M, just teasing. I loved your micro-reflection and wanted to reach back somehow and wipe away your tears. Sorry to have been a stranger for so long. Did the move go OK? Are you settled in a new house, splashing paint and words on the walls?? Hope all’s well with you, even tho that’s probably not a good emotional state for a writer… 😅
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Well, a howdy hello and hi there, Mark!
So lovely to read you here. I do hope all is well with you and your rocking creative world!
And, I wouldn’t mind being related to Clint:)
I thank you for your kind words. Ah, the trials and dollies of childhood. I always smile whenever I write these little bits of reflection. Sadness way back when has molded me into an appreciative and happy adult:)
We’re settled in our new digs. Our ‘new’ house was built during the Great Depression. We’ve updated a few things. But man, homes were built rock solid back then. And this particular house had many caring owners, and was well-cared for. We’re quite happy here.
I’ve been off my art for too long and I’m making a return to paint in the coming months. Meanwhile, I have tried and continue trying to improve my writing!
Happy belated Valentine’s to you an yours!😁
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