drops of red
Just after school let out for the summer, I found myself sitting in my van. The light was red and the van idled. The sun was an eerie blaze ahead of me – one of those just before sunset glares. There...
View ArticleComplacency
He plops down onto a tattered couch. Dust rises as he settles onto the cushions, shifting his weight onto the remaining fluff and off the protruding springs seeking to stab his flesh. Reaching a grubby...
View ArticleHow to… completely botch a shoot
In five easy steps: 1. Pick out matching outfits; then, when you’ve reached the hustle out the door we’re already late point, discover that part of it is stained or, worse, missing. 2. Fix hair and...
View ArticleMetaphor-in definitions on 9.17
An abstract to concrete excercise: love is a warm blanket on a cold night hate is melted chocolate in my purse kindness is a smile from a stranger in the crowd pride is a hot air balloon in flight a...
View ArticleDear God, if you’re listening now…
I need You here. Today. Right now. Perhaps it’s just a surge of nearing-33 weeks hormones that are making me so maudlin. Probably not. So much is going on that it feels like I’m drowning – – caught in...
View Articlethe return to the working world, day 2
It’s the end of a bad day. The stress of my responsibility sits heavy on my shoulders. Inadequacies creep into my efforts. I’m ill equipt to control these tenacious personalities of our future. I...
View ArticleIf I had the money
* I’d treat my kids to fresh churned ice cream or warm and gooey donuts fresh from the conveyor belt. I’d finally hire the professional to paint those walls in the hallway that I can’t reach. I’d take...
View ArticleBad driving: owning up to it
As if in a recreation of Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride, I swung into a perfectly open curb side parking space and hit my sitter’s mailbox with such force that it was left askew on its wooden post, its open door...
View ArticleHere we go, here we go now. Get busy.
5/6/13 – – Today, I found this: it was a dream by Lucille Clifton in which my greater self rose up before me accusing me of my life with her extra finger whirling in a gyre of rage at what my days had...
View ArticleCriticism
He storms through the door and darts his eyes about with accusing glances. Stopping at my masterpiece, his lips curl into a sinister smile. “Do you like it?” I ask timidly. And Criticism, seizing the...
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