Waste Land 

I have been told this phase of my life is called the “waste land”. Nothingness. Total nothingness. You perceive yourself as a misshapen monster. You look back on life. The past, it’s dead and gone. You feel empty, hollow, useless. You look forward on your life, you see nothing on the road. Nothing! For allContinue reading “Waste Land “

Coreopsis 22 a

       Orion knocked on Sarah’s door but there was no answer. “Sarah,” he called to her. “Sarah.” His cries had alerted the maid in charge of these rooms. “Open this door.”      She did.       Orion searched everywhere. He noticed the door to the bathroom was locked. As he walked awayContinue reading “Coreopsis 22 a”

The day Johnny Depp mowed my yard

Circa 2008 As I pull into the drive, imagine my surprise when I see my celebrity crush mowing my yard.  I about hit my house! There he was; combat boots with new grass stains. Beat up jeans. That wallet chain thumping against his leg with each step. His white tank top soaked with perspiration. SuspendersContinue reading “The day Johnny Depp mowed my yard”

Coreopsis 21 b

   Sarah’s scent was driving Orion insane. Compounded with her breath teasing his ear and the sound of her voice, he was about to die. “Sarah,” he panted. “Sarah.” He leaned forward, his breath against her ear created cold chills down her back. She was trying so hard not to get swept up in thisContinue reading “Coreopsis 21 b”

Coreopsis 21 a

Sarah was staring out of her window. From there she could see the enclosed garden. The palace walls had created a beautiful centerpiece. There was a fountain in the center pulling everything together. Walking paths cut through the space like a star. There were benches and a couple hammocks scattered about; picnic tables were inContinue reading “Coreopsis 21 a”

You’re Next

It wasn’t my fault      “It wasn’t my fault,” Max whispered as he laid down. Sleep faught him for hours.       He woke standing in a circle outlined with white light. The room was pitch black dark. Though he didn’t move, his body told him he couldn’t. He was slightly scared. Curious. Worried.Continue reading “You’re Next”

Kentucky Summer

*Author’s note. I had an old satchel under my night stand; covered with 20 plus years of dust. It contained page after page of stories I had started. This is one example. In my forty-six years of walking this earth, I’ve only met one person that claimed not to have a celebrity crush. All IContinue reading “Kentucky Summer”