Like the desperate, and futile struggles of hapless victims caught in quicksand, pale limbed trees reach out of the swamp. Entrapped in a net of duckweed, strangling the color and life out of any competing plant, smothering it under a blanket of vibrant green, their shadows claw for a handhold, a life line out of the muck.
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Warmth of the sun
Warmth is sitting on the beach, any time of the year, soaking up the sunshine, and breathing in the salt air and sea spray. Even on the coldest days, a day by the ocean is comforting. You can feel tension releasing from your body as easily as the tides ebb and flow. Restored by the … Continue reading Warmth of the sun
Yellow melancholy
I was down in New Amsterdam, staring at this yellow-haired girl. There was miles of yellow tape, silhouette chalk lines. A prophet stood on the street corner, behind a police barricade Shouting at the crowd, “Heed the path that led you to that place, yellow desert stream.” The night was steaming, driving everyone mad with … Continue reading Yellow melancholy
This way up
You don’t have to worry. God and me, we’re okay. We talk almost every day. I call Him Big G, and He calls me little t. Most of the time we get along great, sometimes we don’t. He does stuff that really pisses me off, and I know that He’s none too happy with me on occasion. … Continue reading This way up
Lights of the Christmas tree
"The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as stars in heaven . . .” ~ Hans Christian Andersen Before the last of the Thanksgiving turkey was repurposed into sandwiches and soup, December holiday decorations went up all over town. In some Big Box stores, pre-lit faux pine trees … Continue reading Lights of the Christmas tree
Gone, but not forgotten
The sun was missing Saturday morning. It wasn’t that it was cold. It was a balmy 70°F. It wasn’t raining, it wasn’t snowing - it’s Florida, after all. The sun was simply gone. A grey cloud of fog seemed to engulf the world, shutting out light and sound. It was as if the birds knew … Continue reading Gone, but not forgotten
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