Mantis Mania
There I was. Sitting on the floor of the front porch taking pictures of a praying mantis perched on the...
Members Posts
My Friend Diane
The bike was used and free to all. Its owner, Diane, was a friend of mine. We were strangers before...
Overthinking – Kathy From KeppenArt
What is overthinking? What does it mean to overthink? What does it mean to be an over-thinker? Are you an...
The Air Ambulance – Isabella Shores – Writer and Artist
A screech of brakes and a soft thud are the only signs of the turmoil to come in the young...
The Sanitation Department
She heard the truck coming. Donna’s house was the last one on the dead end street. The truck would have...
Words On A Sign
Originally Published In Our Arts Magazine Jan. 12, 2018 Traveling during a past holiday season brought several laughs and at...
Cookie And KeppenArt
Let me introduce myself. My name is Cookie and I consider myself the official model at KeppenArt. Here’s how that...
She Wore Flowers In Her Hair – Isabella Shores – Writer and Artist
Tongue stuck out of one side of her mouth, she carefully slit a line in the daisy stem. Eyes scrunched...
Goodbye For Now – Isabella Shores – Writer and Artist
He placed another bag on top of the growing pile. He had accumulated too much over the years. Made leaving...
Street Photography
I see you looking. Staring across the mall. Will you come over? Will you say hello to me? People often...
Dim The Lights – Isabella Shores – Writer and Artist
“I am so tired. Tired of fighting people, governments, my own desiresand needs that have no place in our world,...
At The End Of The Walk
During the day walkers would park their weary bottoms, slug from water bottles, and then continue up on their journeys....
Dot and Sam
‘Mum!’ Dot looked around and smiled at her son. His chubby face grinned back, loose hair flopped over one eye...
