#positiveproseproject #americansentence

By | December 27th, 2015|Categories: me stuff|Tags: , , |

Day 8 My brain was playing tricks. That was all a dream. He sleeps beside me still. What is an American Sentence?, and this. What is the Positive Prose Project?

#positiveproseproject #americansentence

By | December 23rd, 2015|Categories: me stuff|Tags: , , |

Day 7 I wait in the car while my kids soundly sleep, listening to the rain. What is an American Sentence?, and this. What is the Positive Prose Project?


By | December 20th, 2015|Categories: me stuff|Tags: , |

Day 6 "I like you." What is the Positive Prose Project?


By | December 12th, 2015|Categories: me stuff|Tags: , |

Day 5 Arissa was gripping his hand so tightly that Fara couldn’t be sure if it was her nervous state or his that was causing them both to tremor. She tilted her head as she read and he knew that she was trying to read through the tears. He also knew that [...]


By | December 10th, 2015|Categories: me stuff|Tags: , |

Day 4 Deep within her, through the maze beyond the wall inside the cavern, a stone rolled. Hidden beneath, in a small pocket of impossible light, that five year old part of herself crouched. A bright yellow breath of a flower waiting to be discovered and allowed to grow. She knew she [...]


By | December 6th, 2015|Categories: me stuff|Tags: , |

Day ... um ... 3 His little blue puppy was soon joined by a small pink cat and a lime-green goat. Within days the stark wall his parents had installed to block out the world was covered in artwork and he felt like he had found his people. What is the Positive Prose [...]


By | December 3rd, 2015|Categories: me stuff|Tags: , |

Day 2 He adored the slant of her lazy eye and the way it always seemed to track the position of his left foot. What is the Positive Prose Project?

The Positive Prose Project

By | December 2nd, 2015|Categories: me stuff|Tags: , |

We were the picture of contented love: my hair smelled like a wet dog left standing in a mouldy basement for two days but he cradled me in his arms anyway; the strings from his nose-tampons caressing my ear and his shallow mouth-breathing warm on my neck. With all the ugly going [...]