Flash fiction thrive on limitation. With only a few hundred words- or less- writers are challenged to create something complete and evocative. Restriction is a tool, not a constraint. The key is just saying enough. Recently, I explored Flash Fiction Writing Tips; Penned By Masterful Flash Fiction Writers From Around The Globe, a kindle e-book. It consists of tips and advice written as quotes by flash fiction authors around the globe and it’s curated by Karen Schauber. It sugg

On Rupi Kaur, Continued This morning, I mindfully read Rupi Kaur’s Milk and Honey. It seemed to be a different style or genre than the other two books. I think over the years, her writing has evolved. I’m not going to compare her to any other writers. She’s an excellent writer, and no one deserves to be compared. In Healing Through Words, Rupi uses a list of suggestions for beginning her prompts on healing. One of the best is that if something doesn’t resonate with you, or yo

Good morning-- the sun whispers through silver-lined clouds. They meet at the mountaintop. Then drift like cirrus over the valley. The cat pads to the door, moewing for outside. Jay remains in slumber. And I-- I sit near the fire, drinking in it’s warmth. On top of our pillows as comfy as can be We balance the rhythm of our heart beats the rhythm of our breathing Maybe we’ll astral project both of our souls holding onto one another on the astral plane then I’ll wake up and s

This week I read two e-books by Rupi Kaur, an author who’s name I’ve heard before, but know nothing of, and knew nothing of her poetry style and outspoken voice. I read Home Body because the title I can relate to as I take time off of work, focusing on writing and testing for my Nursing Assistant certification. She isn’t afraid to talk about her trauma and the emotions it still stirs up for her- the pain she still feels: in a detailed manner. This woman is daring especially w

Drizzling, descending like new liquid silver paint the rays of the moon infused our moon water while we let the stars vibrate through the dark blanket of a sky above our heads, behind the flicker of candle flame I see your aura. Our hearts beat to the same rhythm playing a melody like the universe picking the strings of a harp. As you inhale, I breath deep and mindfully in the moment. The moon is a glowing ball in a mirror reflecting our two souls as one. This is my story of

Poetry is one of the most expressive forms of writing; it’s mostly non-literal, and because of that, it’s vivid in the reader’s mind. Some embrace patterns, and others are completely free-form. A haiku, for example, follows a simple but precise structure of 5-7-5 across three lines: On the lily Pad The neon green frog hops tall and off with a splash A sonnet is a fourteen-line poem; usually old school in most people’s minds,, but a more recent poet, John Donne writes literal

Just a little update with some exciting news: - Miro and the Tao of Water and MeKel's Mindful Micro-Fiction can be found on Amazon Kindle for $2.99 each. Soon to become paperbacks! - Im working on a story with Jay for Kindle, its about a fighting colony of ants who ransack and pillage through picnics and defend their colony's honor. Another one is similar to Beauty amd the Beast love story between a Cherokee man and a colonist's granddaughter and tales of shapeshifters as the

My second e-book is out for children and young adults inspired by philosophy. Miro the young sheep wants to wander without his herd to f I nd out why water tastes so different- from rainwater to rivers.

A visual journey through transcendental beauty, featuring original photography by CapturedByMeKel. Inspired by Emily Dickinson's timeless wisdom about keeping the soul open to wonder.

The woman on the beach reluctantly agrees to walk with the man to the gelato stand and she’s only wearing the towel. She’s trying to treat it casually but she is hyper-aware of how ridiculous the situation looks.

Instead of waking up on my own, Jay woke me up today. We got our medications and vitamins in, gathered around the fireplace and played backgammon. I’m new at the game. Then I journaled and he went back to sleep while I practiced some yoga. My mind wasn’t on my writing so I went sneakily into the room, took a breath of the lipstick red roses and fuchsia lilies proclaiming how lucky I am and what a beautiful day it is going to be. Laid in front of him, silently saying I love yo

The tide had taken her clothes. Not in a roaring surge, but slowly and easily like it had been cleaning up after her. She had laid everything on one of the gray rocks -shirt, shorts, panties-while she waded into the Irish water that numbed her ankles and pushed her breath out as it skimmed around her shoulders. When she turned around the clothes were gone. At first she wondered if anyone had grabbed them, but all the people that she could see were far across the sandy part of

By MeKel Engel Alice slipped behind the row of townhouses to escape the white glare of the sun reflecting off the pavement. The narrow strip of shade felt like relief. A chain-link fence ran along the back of the properties, and beside it an old tree pushed up through a square wooden frame that had once been a garden bed. She dropped her backpack and leaned her shoulders against the rough bark. Her legs stretched out until her feet touched the fence. Inside the wooden border

By Jay Drelinger and MeKel Engel I want you to know that hope you have a great day🌈 My soul awakens and stirs in the stillness of the early Dawn. I look deeply into the desires of my mind and heart and see you standing there looking back at me with your soft brown eyes. I am captured. 🌹 Love, Jay My journal tells the story of us- a collage of moments that trace our journey together. The inside cover is decorated with a map from our very first visit to Red Butte Garden, surr