The Bloodied Thorn #flashfiction #shakespeare #amwriting


I stand on the stage where I had given my life’s blood

I love the stage

the  drama that swirls center stage, in the wings and in the musty corners

my final role was Desdemona

That last night was my finest performance

“That death’s unnatural that kills for loving…”

If memory serves me well, Othello had been out of character that closing night

No ministrations could  calm

When they removed Desdemona’s body, they were unable to revive me

“She severed her own bloom,” he calmly stated

Tonight “my love” I meet you upon life’s stage

I pass on  bloodied thorn …

The photo prompt is shared by Sandra Crook (L’Amphitheatre des Trois Gauls, Lyon, France.) and opens the curtains for another week of Friday Fictioneers directed by Rochelle Wisoff Fields

Just for point of reference in the drama: “When they removed Desdemona’s body they were unable to revive me”  “me” refers to the actress playing the part of Desdemona. Thus Desdemona and the actress died tragically that night at the hand of Othello.

Extinguished Candle #911

Candles were lit

life was vibrant

breathing and exhaling

giving, seeking



What a gift

each passing day

to hold, caress

learn, teach

experience goodness


A Vulture

clouded the sky

darkness filled the realm

a choking smoke rose

extinguishing light


We heard your cries

saw your lives come

crashing down

into a heap

of rubble


many of those candles

never to reflect

never feel  arms

wrapping them

in warmth


We will never forget

the brilliance

that shone

from your



we will never


the sacrifice

of  9/11

Our hearts go out to those whose candles were extinguished on that fateful day.

May we never forget those lives, those loves.

Thanks for the Shot of the Candles


Thanks for the Twin Tower Shot