Author Archives: Chico’s Mom
it so hard…?
Communication, communication, communication Penetration, penetration, penetration All I wanted was to get close to you. You shut me out, which makes me blue. I lost my temper getting hostile and mean. Creating in our play a nasty scene. Why can’t you see what you do to me? My heart forever more cannot be. In myContinue reading “it so hard…?”
Day 186; 334 days of photos
Coreopsis 18 b
Sarah went outside finding the path by the wall the Count told her about. The path led to the river. There on the sandy bank she stood watching the calmness of the water drift past; her mind a million miles away. “I was afraid you wouldn’t show.” She didn’t acknowledge hisContinue reading “Coreopsis 18 b”
Day 185; 334 days of photos
I will not do it.
Many nights have I wondered As I lay awake and pondered This night I did dream In the visions did stream I am an outsider looking in On two marriages that can not win saw two families in this vision And a simple line of division A woman married to a man On both theirContinue reading “I will not do it.”
Day 184; 334 days of photos
I won a desk goose. 😂 And because I’m a Sherlock Holmes fan, her name is Mrs. Hudson. She came with an Easter outfit. I knew the porch geese were a thing but I had no idea until my co-workers started talking about them, that a desk goose was a thing. 🤷♀️ If one soContinue reading “Day 184; 334 days of photos”
Coreopsis 18 a
Sarah stood in front of the full-length mirror in her chambers. She thought it was odd calling living quarters ‘chambers’. The space that she was staying in was bigger than her house. As she looked in the mirror, she smoothed out her skirt. She had lost a couple pounds but it wasContinue reading “Coreopsis 18 a”
Day 183; 334 days of photos
Night and Day
https://youtube.com/shorts/nse0jkfnJoE?is=PacBOPzvdhuogPZ6 Night and day Back and forth they whip to and fro growing more ghostly with each passing moment. There, you see? That little dot is glimmering at me. Closer and closer it parades. to the same eerie drum. My companion marches as I stay and wait. I know he’s near long before I canContinue reading “Night and Day”
