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Author Archives: Chico’s Mom
Thank you
Where did you leave me?
Front door. Carport. Dock. Receiver. Office. Reception. Inside delivery. Front desk. Will I be found? Where did you leave me? Is it cold? Wet? Dark? Will a pleasant voice greet me? Will soft hands hold me? Will someone steal me? Was I lost? Thrown in a ditch? Lost overboard? Slipped between the seats? Wrong placeContinue reading “Where did you leave me?”
10
Most of the time; I have to peel, back the layers to discover if they are real. Memories of times long past. That were not a blast. For a fact I knew; at 10, my little world changed. From childhood, I became estranged. At 10, work was introduced. Not for “the man”, as it were.Continue reading “10”
Virginia Beach in acrylic
Temporary Freedom
100 words One pleasant fall evening, I decided to build a spice rack. After gathering my supplies, I hooked up my dog then got busy. Unbeknownst to me, a humanless dog went strolling by. With the strength of a Shetland Pony, my 10 pound chihuahua broke his lead. Fat girl; armed with a cellphone flashContinue reading “Temporary Freedom”
Broken Hearted 72
Ever had a broken heart? Brute force ripped my heart out , clogged danced on it in the mud, then returned it. Newly baptized. Zeal for God on fire. I weaponized the Bible. Saturating it with blood and sweat. My feeble arms ached. SHOW no mercy! As my Christianity has matured, it was NOT RIGHTContinue reading “Broken Hearted 72”
Jealous of my dog
Dreams of Old
I have often wondered how things would be, if my dreams came to me? They are just out of reach. Winged creatures, without features. Just when I start to see their wings glowing blue gleam, farther and farther away they seem to stream. Just out of reach, they tease and taunt me. Never really lettingContinue reading “Dreams of Old”
Dreams: Foggy Mess
What did I eat for dinner? What form of indigestion made this night a winner? My bestie was in my dream. However, her face was unseen. Why we were on a boat, I’ll never know. Could have been a show? There was a man. I have no idea who he was. All he did wasContinue reading “Dreams: Foggy Mess”
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