No back talk
I sit, folded into a flypaper chair. No one refills my coffee. I speak to google, and she answers. Sometimes tritely, and other times voluminously. Phrasing is important. She has … Continue Reading No back talk
Conflagration
I’ve always thought that you have an eye for fire. An affinity for flame. It’s curious that we meet, unplanned, at these worshippings. And if by chance I see you … Continue Reading Conflagration
Fortress
The sun was in beamsthrough the travelling trees,like a ruby- a lasering strobe, as I did a drivein convertible breeze,well abreast of the darkening road. And “Houses of cloud”(did I … Continue Reading Fortress
Out of whole cloth
A cloak is dreamt. It is long, hooded, and heavy- as iridescent as a fish. Its imagined scales are of many colors. They resemble organ stops, tombstones, or pats of … Continue Reading Out of whole cloth
Generations
(Originally published as “Neverland” and “On Tormance we stand” ~ A cordial Hello to all who may see this, and may the day embrace you! From your history books, you … Continue Reading Generations
One way to Mars
(This is a complete story that was once presented in serial form ) ~ ONE WAY TO MARS ~ We started a joke… In June of 2067, the world finally … Continue Reading One way to Mars
Belongings
A broken lace. A secret place. A baby face. A bell. A ponytail. A woodland trail. A sunlit vale. A spell. *** Photo: Pinterest
Photo Challenge: Black and Gray
Originally posted on Tea While Writing:
I’m trying to make myself go out and shoot photographs at least once a week, so as part of that I am hoping to…
The Rest of the Story
Originally posted on Talkin' to Myself:
(For some unknown, unknowable reason, I stopped writing in June. Just stopped. Didn’t think about it. Didn’t worry about it. Whatever makes me write,…
A brain, a heart, and courage
You must’ve been a big man in the schoolyard. Yes- that is what I think when I watch you with others. Did you lie in wait for that puny kid … Continue Reading A brain, a heart, and courage
The little bird
You were a mindful runawayfrom a simmering home. The anchor still heavy.The chain a little longer. Pick up and run, my boy.Try out your tools.Unearned guilt needs no absolution. Know … Continue Reading The little bird
Pincushion
This skin gets more and more thin, and can’t stop what wants to get in. What’s seen in crowding eyes. What’s under, in disguise. This night life sees the knives; … Continue Reading Pincushion
My fear
~All of the old stores are empty now, musty and unused to windows. Locked in a tin room, I hear the circular saw start up, then the screams as they … Continue Reading My fear
Child of mine
~My child What will you take up in your hands and see as good Will you see the falseness of sold things meant as a siren song and worry little … Continue Reading Child of mine
Until then
When I begin to speaka learned languageto a veiled world, please know that I have always loved you- my hand-holder, my chaperone.
In shadow
At bedtime, those dark blooms in her room. In coffee mornings, the dregs of her cup. At lunch, in her rusted car, the depths of her purse. The tunnel vision … Continue Reading In shadow
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