A lazy summer day, Lulled by salt air breezes. Adrift on a sea of dreams, Somewhere between real and make-believe. Reluctant to break the spell.
Author: Tara R.
Imagine dragons
One day you will take my heart completely, and make it more fiery than a dragon. Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.” ~ Jalal ad-Din Rumi This week I hiked around Rocky Bayou State Park almost every day. The dragonflies were swarming … Continue reading Imagine dragons
This heart’s for you
He had nothing of his own, but he preferred it that way. With no valuable belongings, Jackson could go wherever the mood took him. That kept him from being obligated to anyone but himself. Money wasn’t a problem. Jackson would sleep in public parks, find miscellaneous work here and there for food, and if walking … Continue reading This heart’s for you
Moth to the flame
Grey clouds take over the sun, plunging the city into a premature night. Streetlights flutter on, like reluctant children being rudely awaken. Hunched on a park bench, I watch moths surrendering to the flames, and flinch with each crackle and sizzle. If I stand on tip-toe, balancing on the back of the seat, I can … Continue reading Moth to the flame
Night train
Approaching the gate crossing, the train’s whistle blasted out a warning. Cargo crates, some stacked two deep, creaked as the trailers rumbled along the tracks. The locomotive’s headlamps, dim from layers of grime and oil, cast out little light into the darkening day. The train’s gentle rocking sometimes mollified the merchandise stored in the crates, … Continue reading Night train
Cleaning day
From the road, the house appears abandoned. Parasitic vines run rampant over the once manicured lawn. Shrubbery has gone feral, their wandering branches attacking the crumbling siding, worming their way under the slats and prying them away from the cinder block walls. The front door stands open, as if the old woman is still home, waiting for … Continue reading Cleaning day





