Three Candles

On the night stand
Three candles
Wax melted and still
Warm to the touch
Remind me of the moment
Your face glowed
In the flames
From the fire between us
And the flickering cast shadows
On the walls and our bodies
You left your lighter there
Beside them so you could
Return and ignite
Me once again

The prompt is “you left your lighter” from Maria Giesbrecht @theguelphpoet on Instagram. April 27, National Poetry Month 2022.


Worcester City Hall Fire & Ice Art Show

I am a bit late getting this posted because of the holidays and such but I wanted to blog about it before the show ends.

I had two photos selected to hang in the Worcester City Hall Gallery for the theme of Fire & Ice.

Art Gallery/Basement Hallway (to garage)
Worcester City Hall
455 Main Street
Worcester, MA

The show runs from November 30, 2017, through February 2018.

The Spring show is coming up. The theme is “Rebirth.” I am considering entering again. It’s always fun to have art hanging in a gallery. The shows are sponsored by Worcester Cultural Coalition. If you are interested in entering, you can find more information here.

A Creation Experiment

A word lit the flame. Hooded figures chanted. The fire grew, and smoke billowed. This world, a failed experiment, would burn to start anew.

– Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #19. Photo prompt. CC 139. Photo from


She Used To Know That

“What’s that smell…HOLY JEEZ, Grandma! The house is on fire!”

Flames climbed the wall engulfing a spice rack and threatening the ceiling.

“I put water on it!”

“It’s a grease fire, Grandma. NO WATER!”

A nearby extinguisher tamed the blaze.

“Ohh, right.” Grandma scrunched her face, perplexed. “I used to know that.”

– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #64. Question prompt, “What is that smell?” WC 52. Image by State Farm. “She Used To Know That” won 1st place in this contest.



I thought the elevator was empty until I noticed a girl. “Where’d you come from?” I asked. “You’re the kid from 6B.”

She confirmed.

“You should go downstairs,” She said.

I raised my eyebrows.

The lift came to a convulsive halt.

The fire alarm startled me. “Okay, don’t panic,” I reassured.

I pushed buttons, and the doors creaked open an inch. “I’ll get these open.” I pulled with all my strength.

On the second try, they opened enough that I could slip through. She should go first, I thought, but when I turned around, there was no one there.

I wiggled through. As I cleared the doors, I heard the cable snap and the elevator plummet.

I smelled smoke.

I ran downstairs as firetrucks arrived.

I asked about the girl. The woman from 6B told me that it couldn’t be her granddaughter. She died in a car accident last week.

– Written for Miniature Writing Challenge #43. Prompt was “When I got stuck in an elevator with a stranger…” WC 150. Photo from

Poor Judgement

The molten sphere materialized.

Overwhelming heat caused me to feel feverish.

The solar flares reached out in an undulating motion, retreating and returning closer each cycle.

The pull from its center forced me to realize the gravity of my lapse in judgement.

– Written for Weekly Writing Challenge 261 Question Prompt “What’s on fire?” WC 42
Photo from NASA in the Public Domain.

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