Run aground, stranded Lost bearings, left high and dry A three-hour tour NaBloPoMo 8/30
Author: Tara R.
I will follow you
In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged.” ~ Hans Nouwens I will follow you to the ends of the earth... Or the end of the fishing pier, whichever is shorter. Look at all those broken shells on the beach, I might cut my foot. Flip-flops? I … Continue reading I will follow you
Bibliophile
I’m not a fan of literary technology. I prefer my books in their natural state - paper and cardboard. If they are bound in leather or buckram, all the better. I like feeling the weight of the words in my hands, touching the pages with my fingertips, inhaling the words like breathing in air. When … Continue reading Bibliophile
Like a brick
I knew she was going to do it, but still stepped into her round kick to my head. I thought I could block it, instead I hit the mat hard, to be attended to by Disney-esque bluebirds. I didn’t win the match, but I did get up and finish it, even scored a head shot … Continue reading Like a brick
Killing frost
All the experts tell you to put back a couple of months salary as emergency money, you know, just in case. I never expected my “just in case.” Life was good. I wasn’t part of the 1%, but I was comfortable. Debt was under control, I didn’t live beyond my mean. Hell, I still reused … Continue reading Killing frost
All in her mind
Locked inside the paradox that was her mind, she had fewer and fewer rational days. On Monday, she was Mata Hari, Tuesday she was Scheherazade, on Wednesday she would consult with her doctors as Anna Freud. Whoever she was, there was a mystery to solve, a riddle to decipher. No matter that on most days … Continue reading All in her mind





