Don’t know what I’m doing, reaching in the dark. Searching the unknown. Never been down this path before. Reaching. Touching nothing. Searching the darkness for anything. A string. A cord. A hand. An idea. Even a spider web. Is there anything in the darkness; reaching out for me? Help me! Guide me! I’m coming undone!Continue reading “Reaching for something”
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Yes, you did!
Rrrrrrr, unlocked with the key fob. Rrrrrrrr, lights came on. So battery’s not dead. Rrrrr, please Lord let her start. Rrrrr, you can do it little car. Rrrrr, the thermostat on your dash read -9. Rrrrr, you can do it. Rrrrr, You did it. Thank you Jesus! Tinzy did it.
Things that go bump
As I lay in the bed reading, Chico is chewing on a dog toy. Two sounds fill the night, a humidifier and the tinnitus in my ear. A dull thud gets our attention. Chico lunges from the bed barking like a dog possessed. Someone could have thrown something and hit my house? People throw trashContinue reading “Things that go bump”
Tall seagrass
Hear the wind? My tassels blow to and fro. Hear the tones? Cold enough to chill the bones. A gust here. A gust there. Be still? Do I dare? You run and hide. But I must stay outside. Cold wind, all night will blow bringing with it a chance of snow.
The USS Scorpion
Simon woke shivering. This wasn’t an uncommon thing. He had been homeless for 20 years now. 20 years since his dad had passed away. There was so much debt; the banks took everything. It was in that moment Simon decided to become a beach bum. He walked the hundreds of miles to the nearest beach.Continue reading “The USS Scorpion”
Winter Season
Esther Esther observed her guest. His head was much closer to the ceiling than hers. She knew her house was small. It was a guess on her part that she had 7 foot ceilings. It was really hard to tell what build he had under his coat. But she was assuming he was slender. TheContinue reading “Winter Season”
Come get me
I want to curl up inside you. As I sit here freezing. My bones dried out from the cold. I want to feel all the warmth you have to give. Run, run as long as the electricity allows. Or until your motor dies, run. Unthaw my cold skin. My ice block feet. My brittle toes.Continue reading “Come get me”
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