Laughter echoes through an empty hall Faded memories that I can’t recall Where did I go? From where did I come? I can’t go with the flow if I’m deaf, blind, and dumb....
Skinny Mini took a bath and didn’t tell a soul, Forgot to put the stopper in and went right down the hole! Down, down, down she went,...
With an imperceptible flick of her wrist, she produced a stunning amethyst-encrusted spyglass. Raising the device to her eye, she gazed intently through the lens. Reese’s panicked shout alerted her; almost immediately, Giselle dropped the spyglass and spun around. They’d been boarded!
Yesterday's tears have dried and gone. I ended my fears with the coming dawn. I left with a suitcase and what I had on. Sick and tired of your lies and being your pawn. I remembered my place - where I belong. You always said I wasn't that strong, Well I left our bed and… Continue reading Gone
Knit me a tapestry of broken connections. Leave the tangled weave And spare me your lessons. Sew me into The web of your deceptions, Then pull me through The eye of your perception. Crochet me a lie Of all your intentions. Hook my mind, Erase the contradictions. Thread by thread You’ve stitched your misconceptions. You… Continue reading Crochet Me a Lie
You can't tell me things about me That I don't already know. I can't believe how you come at me Like you run the show. You got me confused. Your ego got bruised. And now you can't be happy 'Til you bring me down real low. But, I'm still standing. Despite all your slandering. And… Continue reading Go on Home
“Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.” -Anne Shirley Anne Shirley has always been a character near and dear to my heart. Within her quirky ways, overzealous passion, and appetite for knowledge was a reflection of my… Continue reading Kindred Spirits, Leave a Trail
Her neck was stiff from working all night. She’d stared at the computer screen for twelve hours straight, barely blinking. Fingers flew across the keyboard as if they had a mind of their own. Sandy was desperate. She had an article due by nine A.M. the next morning, but she always worked her best under… Continue reading Modus Operandi – Misogyny
The flicking and rustling of leaves, blowing along a gritty road in a whistling wind. Toenails tapping as a dog walks slowly around the bend. Birds twitter, and the bees are buzzing madly by the rose garden as water rushes through its fountain. A light scratching, Mr. Squirrel climbs his tree where chicks are hatching… Continue reading An Ode to Sound
There’s an old guy who lives alone at the end of my block. I always thought he was odd, but now that I’m older, I think he was just lonely. Kenny Paulson had been retired for as long as I can remember. His wife, Laura, passed away a little over a decade ago. I was… Continue reading The Figurine