Staining Cement Last night when we held hands I felt your heart beat so fast and I wondered why mine didn't. You know I love you but my heart stayed steady, so the blood in me stayed cool. I liked your hand, all warm and strong and wrapped snug in mine, you saying you didn't … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Staining Cement
She Haunts Me She’s a wriggling, kicking, fighting artist but she’ll only create on a whim. She won’t hold still for a moment to be held and woe betide those who force a hug on her. She runs away from the past but won’t run to the future; she runs and runs in circles and … Continue reading Poetry Friday: She Haunts Me
This is a post. Update: I recently totally BS-ed an English paper and got a 92% on it. No-name state college, I LOVE YOU. (My dad calls this negative reinforcement or something.) Spent a few hours writing a script for a short horror story. It was fun but I realized I'm terrible at horror (prolly … Continue reading Words
Love it love it. Happy Valentine’s Day, team!
Ahhhhh, can you feel it? Love is in the air.
Or perhaps that is the sickly sweet smell of grapes that your child left behind the sofa three weeks ago.
OK, that’s totally what it was.
Valentine’s Day is less than a week away, and if you’re anything like me, you want to celebrate your sweetie in a way that befits your one-of-a-kind love affair. I have created some Valentines to help you do just that.
1. Celebrate the one who has made it all worthwhile.
2. And celebrate the one who has stuck by you even on days when you ate only hummus for lunch.
4. Whisper sweet nothings to the person who will always fork over their stick of pepperoni.
5. You care, so go ahead…
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Who’s Afraid? I met him as a child while reading; he towered over me, three times my height. Awake or asleep, I can still see his long hairy legs, his yellowed fangs and glinting claws. His crime against me was one of consumption; but all could have been forgiven, had he not disguised himself most … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Who’s Afraid?
For Drooble Gray speckles on a gray-green landscape, me a pink splotch, I march through the cemetery unafraid of the mothers and fathers and children sleeping in earth. Stone benches say, “Come sit awhile and think of us. This stone preserves our hospitality, like the jars we sealed our jam in, laughing with loved ones.” … Continue reading Poetry Friday: For Drooble
This is so wonderfully written, it’s like literary candy.
I’ve written before about my aversion to some social media. Besides the conspicuous consumption of time, Facebook is how I found out that my best friend from 5th grade had lost the use of both her legs and arms in a car accident. Which led me to a search where I found out that another classmate and her brother were both dead in their early 40s. It was jarring and traumatic. These faces, who were frozen in my mind’s eye, were young and healthy and living happy lives in some far off world. Anything beyond that failed to reach my imagination.
When I was in my teens, we moved to a house, town and school far away from where I’d grown up. It was, in reality, only about 40 miles away, but rural miles. No public transportation or extra family car or cell phone plans to keep in touch…
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