Tag Archives: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The Sound

As a child, she walked the shoreline, listening to waves lap against rocks as she stooped to study tiny tide pool worlds that breathed in and out with the waves. As a teen, she sailed the inlet, departing the harbor … Continue reading

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Last night, outside my bedroom window the rain serenaded a pitter patter lullaby to wash the day away while I waited for gutter music my favorite nocturne when raindrops slide down, down, down the roof like children on a playground … Continue reading

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Caged Bird

Drats! Mother told me to remove the wheels before locking the cage, my sanctuary from the crime scene of a world where fellow zombies threaten to eat anyone who’s different. Did I listen? Noooo. But, I’m not like the rest … Continue reading

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Writer’s Block

writer’s block noun a usually temporary condition in which a writer finds it impossible to proceed with writing a story, novel, play, etc. I’ve experienced the miserable frozen stare at a blank screen, the write and re-write of the same … Continue reading

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Last night the boy dreamed of two boats. One arrived filled with hot dogs and ice cream and even boxes and boxes of Tootsie Roll Pops—his favorite. The other boat arrived with toys he’d seen on TV – Xboxes, Legos, … Continue reading

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