Buoyed

December 12, 2012January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 7 Comments

They want me to learn to breathe. I’ve taken enough breath tests, I told ‘em I already knew how. “Visualize,” they told me. "Imagine the positive." they said. If I can control my thoughts, I can control my destiny. I called, “bullshit” on that and lost my TV privileges. I didn’t care. All that new-age, … Continue reading Buoyed

Modernizing

December 4, 2012January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 13 Comments

“It’s the 21st century, you have to change with the times.” Dressed in his pinstriped suit, he was the epitome of “corporate.” “Like I always say, ‘if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it’.” I looked down at him over my glasses. “You’re right, it’s not broke, but it’s not efficient.” Holding his newfangled electronic notepad, … Continue reading Modernizing

Symphony

November 29, 2012January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 9 Comments

Climbing the rostrum, the maestro raps his baton on his music stand to focus the performers attention on him. Raising his arms, he cues the orchestra. The opening notes, an unrelenting rhythm, drums upon the seaboard. Your heart marches to the percussionist's beat. With a trembling hand, the conductor brings in the mournful hum of … Continue reading Symphony

Remains of the day

November 21, 2012January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 9 Comments

And so it was, as the sun charioted across the sky, sinking below the horizon in a maelstrom of color, and the pale shore birds, in contrast, waded in the quiet surf, nibbling sweet mussels burrowing into the wet sand, that she revisited her life. The events that made up her time on earth, bringing … Continue reading Remains of the day

Written in pen

November 14, 2012January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 21 Comments

Charts and optimal dates and preferential temperatures. One line or two. As if she could summon whatever it is that makes up the human soul as easily as she could a cab on a busy New York avenue. It was with some irony, that she recalled her years of being ‘good,’ when she naively believed … Continue reading Written in pen

Inked

November 7, 2012January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 7 Comments

After a year of enduring the bite of Kile’s needle, Evie thought she’d be accustomed to the sting by now. With only a few short weeks between sessions, the itch and bruising didn’t have much time to heal before another sitting. The stylized masterpiece covered her back from neck to waist. The red hawk perched … Continue reading Inked