Phe is published!

Hello, friends! My apologies for being silent a while. First, it’s been the holidays and I have a family and have had much to do. Second, I’ve been waiting for some important packages to arrive in order to be able to share with you that Phe is now a book! For now, I have hard…

Phe, Chapter 7: The Clockmaker’s Daughter

After the Landowner’s body is taken away, I shift and drift out into the gardens of the hospice house. Water bubbles and sings as it flows over the rocks in the fountain. The sounds make a melody over the rhythm of the patients’ breathing inside the house. From here I can watch my fellow death…

Phe, Chapter 6: The Landowner

6: The Landowner I’ve been at a plush hospice house outside Denver for nearly a week. Every room has a picture window with an unobstructed view of the Rockies. Every bed is positioned either next to the window or facing it, allowing the patients to look out onto the mountains. The rooms have no institutional…

Phe, Chapter 5: The Visitor

5: The Visitor I’ve made my way to a small hospital in Vermont, this time the pediatric ward. Don’t worry, I’m not here for one of the young ones. I’m hovering in the hallway for the Visitor who soon will step off the elevator. I volunteered for this one. I was mentoring our new death…

Phe, Chapter 4: The Teenager

4: The Teenager If you look up the trunk of a tall pine tree to your right, you’ll find me sitting on a limb way up in the canopy. This is east Tennessee and the Appalachian mountains are giving their best fall show. It’s one of my favorite places to be this time of year….

Phe, Chapter 3: The Salesman

I’ve been hanging around a hospital in Texas for a couple of days now. This run dropped me in the middle of the Texas hill country in August. By the looks of everyone around me, the heat must be bad. I know I’m here for the Salesman, but this extreme heat might demand an extra…

Phe, Chapter 2: The Tourist

Hawaii. It’s been awhile since I made a run here. Truthfully, islanders are better at death than mainlanders. People more in touch with their history generally have healthier, more ancient traditions to usher the dying into the next realm and they tend to mourn in expressive and healthy ways. Americans from the mainland and visitors…

Phe: Chapter 1

Hello, friends. I haven’t been posting as regularly but it doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing. This summer has kept me busy writing for a church I supplied for and other things. Over the past 2-3 years I’ve been writing a story and have decided to share some with you. It is a novella called…

Leaving Alone to Heal

I love orchids but have never had much luck with them. Most of them have died under my care and certainly never produced another bloom. I read about them and it made me anxious about caring for them. Some advise a strict watering regiment and others say no water but ice cubes, please! Then there…

Epiphany

A little something different today. My writing mentor, Katerina Whitley, gave our group a wonderful prompt and a poem flowed out. I highly recommend everything she does to you, but most especially her memoir Myth and Memory: My Childhood in WWII Greece. Here’s the link: https://www.amazon.com/Myth-Memory-Childhood-WWII-Greece/dp/0578762919/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3PPX368B3ASBW&dchild=1&keywords=myth+and+memory+katerina+whitley&qid=1608584932&sprefix=myth+and+memory%2Caps%2C186&sr=8-1 Now for the result to the prompt… I am…