Peace of mind can be found While missing a piece of mind. I don’t know what I don’t know. Ignorance is not bliss, Apathy is my party of choice. Voices speak in sanctimonious tongues, But I’m an unrepentant unbeliever. It’s easy to pretend Their degradation and rebukes Aren’t aimed at me. Out of the corner … Continue reading I’m not insane
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A man who wasn’t there
It’s just the wind you say. Just an echo of our footsteps ricocheting up the stairwell. Bricks and concrete repel sounds, the metal flashing pings with each heel fall. I know you’re lying. Echoes aren’t whispers. They’re well formed taunts, chattering in my ear. Your words push me forward. I run ahead of your words … Continue reading A man who wasn’t there
He’s no fool
A clown with a temper, he does what he wants without fear from his laird. His purpose is to mock with humor, to say what everyone wants to say, but can’t. A few court sycophants think him a dull fool, but he has a rapier wit and even sharper tongue. He can cut through chicanery … Continue reading He’s no fool
Bad luck
“Step on a crack, break your mother’s back.” ~ 19th century rhyme The story so far... The charge nurse swept through the emergency room announcing the pending arrival of two more accident victims, a gunshot wound and drug overdose “That’s what you get for saying it was too quiet around here, Dr. Payne.” A pretty … Continue reading Bad luck
Wild blue
You’ve taken me on some wild rides. Ear-popping upward climbs, stomach churning downward spirals, twists and turns enough to keep me guessing, and wishing, and begging for more. There are times when I want to raise my arms above my head, and squeal with delight. The heady rush of adrenaline, making me drunk with excitement. … Continue reading Wild blue
The face only a mother could love
The story so far... “Abigail, you have to come.” Kate’s voice took on a whiny tenor as she pleaded with me. “Derrick’s friend is in town, and needs a date for tonight.” I was already in my pajamas, with my feet up and a nice glass of Cabernet Sauvignon poured. “It’s already late and I … Continue reading The face only a mother could love





