Kenosha Writers’ Group

by Mary Ann Eils

My great granddaughter and I attended our “Mommy and Me” swimming class today. Her mother teaches the class, so I get the honor of playing the mommy role. After an enjoyable class, we went down to the dressing room to shower and dress. When we were on our way up to the stairs, she said “G.G. (great grandmother), I can’t walk up all of these stairs, can you carry me like mommy does?

“Well, I’m getting kind of old, and you are getting kind of big, so I can’t carry you up the stairs, but I can teach you to fly up them”.

Put your arms way up and out to your side, and wave your hands and fingers as fast as you can, now start up the stairs and you’ll see how easy it is. She managed to get up all 9 stairs, and when she got to the top she called out loudly in her two year old voice. “G.G. I did it”. When we got to my daughters home, she told her grandmother that her G.G. taught her how to fly. My daughter said, “What’s next Mom, roller skating?” I’ll think about that.

What sweet memories we can make out of the simplest things . . .

Roses are red,
Violets are blue…
Oh, no!
This is the best I can do!

Would you like to be able to write your sweetheart that special card that says just the right thing?
(One they actually want to keep!)
How about a heartfelt poem for National Poetry Month?
Maybe even a sizzling romantic story…
Here are four ways to help you do just that.

1. Begin by attending our free poetry reading at Stir Crazy in Rochester on Friday April 11th from 7-9 PM. Even if you feel your poetry is not “reader ready,” just listening to various poems, styles, and voices (from both men and women) can spark new creative juices and give you great inspriation and ideas!

2. Attend Jean’s “Junk Drawer Poetry” workshop on April 19th. These few short hours can make all the difference to set you on your poetry journey.

3. Take Brian’s greeting card writing class-who knows, you may even pick up a few extra bucks from honing this skill! Being able to just liven up your relationship to others through your special cards, with your own verse already demonstrates to the receiver the extra time you chose to devote to them. Anyone can go buy a card; think of how much more it would mean to someone if it was created special just for them!

4. Bring out the romantic at heart with a sultry romance story. You never know where that could lead…
Let Carrie guide you on your writing path of love, and intense excitemnet with her Introduction to Romance class.

There you have it- 4 tips to heat up your relationhips!
After this long, cold winter, who wouldn’t like to add a little warmth to our lives? Spiring is in the air- think romance!

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Flash fiction by Lisa Adamowicz Kless

The cat barked. She was sure of it. She was standing in the lobby of a quaint German hotel, as a very cheerful and sturdy-looking woman spoke to them in heavily-accented English. A fluffy and slow moving cat appeared from around a corner, lazily making its way towards the stairs. Suddenly, the caged bird behind the desk opened its beak. She was shocked for a split second–the sound coming out of its tiny body wasn’t an ordinary bird song, but a very clear and high pitched “meow…meow”. During other moments of this trip, she had wished she could at the very least understand her great-grandfather’s native language, if not speak it herself. She was intrigued by the almost harsh-sounding words, and longed for some semblance of understanding when people spoke. Yet here she was, clutching her suitcase in her hand, amazed and amused, all at once. The damn bird was meowing! It required no translation whatsoever…

Flash Fiction by Eric S. McMurtrey

“Let’s move, people,” a man shouted. He held a plasma rifle in one hand and waved with the other. “Two ships inbound – let’s go!”

Men and women ran past him – they weren’t in uniforms, and they weren’t members of the Colonial Army, they were just people who lived here.

The corridor they were in wasn’t wide, but it was long. They’d chiseled it out with their bare hands to get to the cavern deep inside the mountain that had become their home.

A little boy peeked from around a larger rock against the wall, and the man with the rifle shouted at him, “Michael – you can’t be here. Go find your parents!”

More people poured in between them, distracting the man so he couldn’t see whether Michael had done as he was told.

“Come on people, let’s move!” The man shouted again. “They’ll be here in no time. Find a wide spot in the corridor where you’ve got some cover, and get ready.”

With that, the man ran toward the daylight at the end of the corridor. “Hold the line, people,” He shouted as he ran past the men and women crouched along the walls. “It’s all on you to keep the people in that Cavern alive.” [Read more →]