He sat on the curb, legs bent so he could rest his elbows on his knees. A freshly fired pistol, now unloaded and its clip removed, lay on the sidewalk beside him, but out of reach.Dressed in clean jeans, his most comfortable pair of running shoes and the red plaid button-down his wife always complimented … Continue reading A father’s right
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Twisted
I turned down that dark road, Abandoning who I was For who you wanted me to be. Contorted and transformed, I have become unrecognizable in the mirror Held up to my down-turned, shame-filled face Careful where I tread, I twisted an ankle trying Not to break the eggshells I walked on. My stomach knotted with … Continue reading Twisted
Favorite mistake
A slight wind was blowing, and thick clouds kept the sun concealed. A mix of grey tones was the only delineation between the sky and the park walkway. Having rained the night before, small puddles dotted the lawn. Paquin ambled through the wet leaves, breathing in the petrichor, wishing she could bottle that ‘after the … Continue reading Favorite mistake
Small bouts of bravery
Bravery doesn’t have to mean risking your life. Bravery can mean dropping to your knees to take a serendipitous photo of a violet blooming through a sidewalk crack, and not caring who’s watching.
The sun on my face
Grey, lackluster skies are thick with regret. Rain and tears both threatening, my emotions and the weather mirroring equal measure of melancholy. The energy I expend withdrawing from the emptiness of my room is Herculean. Cocooned in my isolation, I’m comforted by the predictable trivialities of what my life has become. Living in the world … Continue reading The sun on my face
Personal Pequod
His gruff persona was as iconic as the lighthouse standing vigil on the knoll above the marina. If you were in the harbor when he returned from a voyage, you would spy him at the helm of his boat, greasy ball cap shoved down over his bald pate, his eyes barely visible. His characteristic oil … Continue reading Personal Pequod