Strong hands

Hands made to win

Hands made to break things

My hands, in all their glory

Once upon a time

I thought I was the strongest

That I could reach the top

Without looking around to the others

Around me

I’d pull them apart

To put myself together

Push them higher,

Just so I could rise above them

Pushed the ones I loved away

Because I thought them weaker

And await my turn, boiling hatred

...

I squint in the bright lights, hearing the muddled shouts of a crowd I cannot see. The sounds make me tingle so I shake out my hands and take a breath. They advertised these heels as comfortable, but the longer I stand in them, the more restless I feel. A throb is slowly making its way up my calves since I’ve been standing for so long.

But if I’ve done this before. I can do it again.

Stepping ou...

Dear Mr. Roberts,

How are you? I am great! (If you delete the madness that was my life this week.) But I suppose you do not care for that… which is why you would not see me when I asked for you two days ago in the office.

I digress.

I am, in fact, a sinner.

I have no excuse for what I did, sir. No at all.

But because I am shameless, I’ll make one anyway. So here goes; I’ll build my case.

I...

When I leave the principal’s office, there is silence. In my mind, because now I know. And then I realize it’s not my silence but the hush in the hallway. God help me.

They’re all watching me; I don’t know what to tell them. But now I know that they know.

Many thoughts run through my head, but none of them seem decent enough to say. They tangle like red yarn in a cat’s paw. I don’t like cats or...

I fear the red coat my late lover owned

It rains blues outside, it’s so, so cold

I want to drown it out, the sound, the sound, the sound

The rain, the red, the blues, too loud

The rain, the red, the blues, too loud

I want to drown it out, the sound, the sound, the sound

It rains blues outside, it’s so, so cold

I fear the red coat my late lover owned...

Some call is science, some say it’s madness

Most say it’s fiction and a few are fanatics

I sit on the sand, I’m facing the sea

The sun is sleeping on water for me

The sky whispers pink, but the stars don’t hide

The constellations glimmering side by side

So shiny, it might not be stars at all

Soundless minds would wonder to a seaside ball

Some say it’s science, some say I’m crazy

Most say it’s ...

Lonely Lily at the well

Let me say good morning

Listen to the birds today

Lovely, as they’re soaring

Lonely Lily at the well

Likely hard of hearing

Let me water you today

Lest the sun come daring

Lonely Lily at the well

Lost while you’re still standing

Luckily, I’ve got a sac of

Lovely seeds for handling

Lonely Lily at the well…you

Letter me a warning

Load your truck, pack your bags

Leave the...