They were gone. I stopped writing. It happened overnight. I had nothing to say. I had nothing to share. The scars of guilt plagued my face, aware that I had abandoned my platform of creativity. This wasn’t the usual writers block that appears out of the blue, creating frustration and pent-up hostility toward the blank […]Read more "Just To Save Face"
Sitting ’round the small dining table enjoying a delicious, disjointed dinner of pasta and rice and steak A meal made with the sacrifice of three grocery store visits searching for the perfect ingredients Our bodies huddled together discussing survivor stories of winds now long gone A week It has been one week It has been […]Read more "Gone With The Wind"
The rooms go dark as the windows are covered in the color of steel Panels of metal line the openings where light should enter It is protection from the big ugly coming or not coming this way Not one person can definitely say it will be here or when or if Still we have to […]Read more "Living In Paradise"
Looking out from under it is hard to see up The sky and the ground have turned into one mass of confusion It is hard to find the sun amid this mess of contradictions Helplessness and despair pave the sidewalks that you traverse hurriedly and without reason The roads are beyond crossed They simply lead […]Read more "Another Day Of Sun"
She asks me to start the movie I don’t want to watch it It’s not my cup of tea I start the movie She dozes off I tell her she’s dozing off She yells at me because I scared her by waking her up You would think I took a foghorn to her ear and […]Read more "Meanwhile, I Sleep"
Silence. It is at times, the best and only response. Some comments don’t merit any acknowledgement. Some questions don’t always require an answer. Just go about life as if the query never came your way. Ignore the stillness of the room and pivot to something else. Rub the spotlight away from you. Don’t let the […]Read more "The Dichotomy Of Silence"
Trying to catch a breath when my clogged sinuses and burning throat don’t want to cooperate. My stomach is in knots as it doesn’t like the coffee I’m delivering to it. I should drink tea but the thought of Earl Grey annoys me right now. My body hurts and I just want to crawl into […]Read more "The Summer Knows"