Whispering secrets as gentle as a zephyr Shaking leaves of the weeping willow echo Each word, each emotion in equal measure Reading old letters, faded and yellow Our love affair dead, bleeding out through his pen His lies, my offering, wing o’er the meadow Paper drifts on the breeze, origami wren Folded and creased, sharp … Continue reading Origami wren
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Under the Big Top
Spinning dinner plates, balanced precariously on spindly broomsticks, wobble out of control. Multi-colored balls, handcrafted out of orphan socks, circle my head in erratic, elliptic orbits while I attempt to keep a hacky sack, stuffed with worries, suspended in the air, frantically hopping from foot to foot. My life is a circus, and I am a … Continue reading Under the Big Top
Eighth level of hell
It’s a slow awakening, floundering in a quagmire of dream sensations. Opening my eyes only makes it worse. The light sears into my brain, tightening the torturous iron bands wrapped around my head, pressing into tender temples and squeezing every rational thought out of my ears. I close my eyes again, hoping paper-thin lids are … Continue reading Eighth level of hell
Open water
I exhaust my arsenal of survival strategies too soon. My spirit depleted, your clever ruses skew my sense of worthiness. Changing tactics, I keep to the shallows where my choices are clear. Accustom to playing your mind games and navigating your sins of omission, my last chance at victory is the uncomplicated truth. A secret … Continue reading Open water
Ramshackle
She survived two husbands and three children. Living alone in her family home for nearly 30 years, she was well-known in her community. Always ready with a pot of homemade chicken soup for the sick, a hot-from-the oven pie for new neighbors or hand-sewn quilts for the babies. Her church had a waiting list of … Continue reading Ramshackle
One step at a time
The path to happiness isn’t paved with gold. There are no guides directing me to take the right fork in the road, no rest stops to help me recharge and refocus, no gas stations offering fuel when I’m short on energy and enthusiasm. The road is riddled with pot holes and peril, busted asphalt and … Continue reading One step at a time
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