Lies, sweet as honey, Drip from her sanguine lips. Lies that loop through your brain Like a bad love song, To finally lodge, heavy as a stone, Underneath your heart, Cold and immovable.
Category: Trifecta
This end up
The others were making her do this. Said it was time, well past time. As if there was a time limit on grief. That after a set number of days, or weeks, months or even years, you could turn off the sadness like a light switch. A simple click and all sorrow and pain is … Continue reading This end up
Battle stations
Angry mosquitoes whizz past my head like a sniper’s bullets. Squadrons strafe exposed and tasty flesh with military precision. A sting! Slap! Bright red droplets of blood… I’ve been hit! Send in reinforcements. *Photo info: This image is of a dragonfly swarm at Big Lagoon State Park near Pensacola. While mosquitoes here on the Gulf … Continue reading Battle stations
Non compos mentis
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” ~ Ernest Hemingway We aren’t the typical family. We don’t share familial blood reaching back generations, but we do suffer from a shared madness. Our family curse, non compos mentis, brings us together to chew over our afflictions, to … Continue reading Non compos mentis
In the out door
I've always hated that expression, "when one door closes, another one opens." What the hell is that supposed to mean? Is it an exit or entrance? Which room does it open on - bedroom, kitchen, bathroom? That would suck. What if you have to walk backward through it, or are trying to be nice by … Continue reading In the out door
Doretha
Her bless-your-heart benedictions are her southern way of saying, “you’re addled, child.” Her mothball-scented hugs mean she loves you anyways. Come sit on the veranda, and have some sweet tea, you’ll feel better.
Thin spiral notebook 