I counted the minutes backwards ten, nine, eight… the bell rang, releasing me a week to relax a week to rest I am a caterpillar seeking solitary confinement in a cocoon that glimmers where words speak louder than any action in this, the best of both worlds Here, within walls that obscure the outside world I resist distraction There, just … Continue reading Vacation
She dreams in words and phrases A rhythm tapping a beat in search of lyrics Pictures in her mind arrive in waves that crash and recede She prays they will return and envelop her in holy waters Sometimes she navigates her thoughts as the storm rages Sometimes she treads water waiting for the soft sea to whisper At times she … Continue reading Writing Process
At first glance, there was something unsettling about this man with steel grey eyes that pierced even the darkest shadows A man of few words, he set to work carefully displaying bouquets of flowers on his cart by the riverside the brilliant colors, a sharp contrast to his somber countenance His gnarled fingers, covered in fingerless gloves that had long since lost their form gently … Continue reading Man of Few Words
When we were young, she was a distraction a little sister who got in the way, the one who ratted me out when I was drinking in the basement with boys, the one who caught me leaning out my bedroom window as I smoked and asked what I was doing so annoying As the years rocked gently by, ushering us into various stages of our … Continue reading Maureen
