Drops of rain lingered on the pine boughs, simmering diamonds among emerald filigree. A rich, earthy petrichor, created by a pre-dawn shower, sweetened the air. A cooling mist rose from the warm ground, giving the forest an ethereal feel. As she walked down a worn path beneath the interwoven canopy of tree limbs, she expected … Continue reading Winning the rat race
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Sweet as honey
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.
Going to hell in a handbasket
A singing whale, a reluctant vampire, a brilliant fool or an artistic master - all characters with Moore appeal than your average dramatis personae. The best, by far, is BFF Biff’s narrative about the early years of a heavenly prince - Lamb. While condemning an unrepentant thief, I discovered what influenced the message my savior … Continue reading Going to hell in a handbasket
Take a seat
In my mind, I’m still young, still thin, and still agile. In my body, I’m feeling my age. The simple task of putting away dishes have my joints complaining. I can’t take stairs two at a time any longer, but instead have to pull my old bones up with help from handrails. I’m not reduced … Continue reading Take a seat
Could be worse
I hoped for something a little more majestic. An eagle or hawk perhaps. If it had to be a shore bird why not a heron or even pelican. Everyone loves pelicans. Not this. Why did I have to be a seagull this time around. The one bird that is alternately despised as flying vermin or … Continue reading Could be worse
Chasing ghosts
We spent most of the day pulling weeds from the tiny gravesite. The child buried there was only three when he died, and only this first name, and birth and death dates were etched on the crude stone. His very existance seemed to be a secret, and I was determined to shine a light on … Continue reading Chasing ghosts
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