Warm milk and old oil

January 25, 2017April 30, 2018 ~ Tara R. ~ Leave a comment

It was the smell that Vince would remember. That warm milk, piss and vomit mélange that always made him think of elementary school. Mix in the lingering pall of old, grimy oil, and the bitter tang of iron oxide on the back of his tongue, Vince felt like he was walking through a cloud of bad … Continue reading Warm milk and old oil

Worth the trouble

May 19, 2015November 24, 2017 ~ Tara R. ~ 5 Comments

She only needs a little attention, a little grunt work. Put some time in sanding and spraying on a few layers of primer, maybe some metal fabrication. Being out exposed to the elements has caused major rust damage, and rotted the floor board out, but it can all be fixed. The grill is gone. Bet a … Continue reading Worth the trouble

Better days

August 30, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 6 Comments

True is it that we have seen better days. Dark are the hours as our time draws nigh. Memories wane, bones rattle, blind eyes glaze, The glory of our youth belie. Mired amongst the coppice, Where the earth doth strive to reclaim, Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, There’s no one ‘cept self to blame.

Into the light

November 30, 2013January 7, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 27 Comments

Finally, after meager years lost in the wilderness, Willys and his family escape the pinewood jungle. Squinting against dazzling sunlight, they face an unfamiliar and frightening world. Turning ‘round, they return to Shangri-La. NaBloPoMo 30/30

Junkyard

February 1, 2011January 9, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 9 Comments

If I were a car, I'd be an antique and could wear one of those cerulean blue tags. A piece of furniture, an heirloom to be fought over by my surviving beneficiaries. If I were a work of art, I'd be in the public domain, having been born prior to 1963 and failing to renew copyrights. … Continue reading Junkyard