In a wood

October 10, 2014October 10, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 3 Comments

"In a wood full of princes, freedom is a kiss..." ~ Martin Page and Bernie Taupin (music and lyrics), "These Dreams" Misty illusion Astray in an ageless wood Never want to wake

Without peer

September 26, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 12 Comments

I don't know why I am drawn more to sunsets than sunrises, to the dark rather than the light. There is a sense of magic about the night. A solitude not given to daybreak. A stillness to the day that I can feel. As if all the stress falls away, dipping below my own horizon … Continue reading Without peer

Like a phoenix

September 20, 2014September 20, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

Surviving pestilence and plague, vandals and thieves, weathering blizzards and scorching sun, floods and drought, still I rise, still I am restored, still I endure. Rising from the ashes, a phoenix among the flames, ignoring rules of behavior to grow according to my expectations.

Ants go marching

September 5, 2014September 5, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 3 Comments

There is no rabbit hole, nor tea party with tasty petit fours. It’s business as usual, working ‘round the clock. Preppers ready for any disaster… save flood. Chop shop rats able to strip the carapace from a beetle Before the poor creature knows it’s dead. Gathering food for the winter, while the grasshopper plays. Stores … Continue reading Ants go marching

A box of memories

August 30, 2014August 30, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 7 Comments

The drawer stuck. It was either from being overstuffed with junk, or the Georgia humidity warped the wood. Either way, Reagan unleashed a week’s worth of frustration on the poor handle trying to force it open. Alerted to her struggle by a string of random swear words, Kevin came into the kitchen just in time … Continue reading A box of memories