I feel hollow
The words seem to release, rise
Then drop as if turned to lead
I can almost feel them as they plop
Into that space I don’t know or understand
But they are just words
One cannot FEEL words
But I do.
Sad, depressed, laden
These words are grey, heavy, solidified muck
Elated, exhilarated, freedom
These words tickle and fizz
Like the buoyant bubbles of the best soda pop
They rise t...
That crack.
It’s a sound like no other. When the ball makes contact with a solid wooden bat it’s a special music.
That sound represents so much: comaraderie, freedom, hope and summer.
We gathered every night at the park down the street unless it rained. Some of us snuck out of the house, some had parents who didn’t care and some didn’t have parents at all.
But we were all there at sunset.
Tha...
Deep breath.
I don’t cry.
I can feel the tears ticking my consciousness, subtly hydrating my heart.
The tears swim through my limbs evoking a heaviness in my hands and feet. The heaviness holding me in place.
I don’t cry.
It’s hard…to leave.
Some places fill your bones with a life that other places can’t.
This place: it’s wildness is intertwined with a peaceful sense of order. Order thro...
Copper, bright yellow, burnt orange: the leaves were swirling about, dancing with the sharp bite of the autumn air.
Margo reveled in the satisfying crunch of the foliage underfoot as she strolled along to her bus stop. She had never been a morning person, but walking by the neighborhood cafe early in the morning, the aroma of fresh-baked croissants and the coffee being brewed by frenzied barista...
It must have been the krinkling. Was it really that loud?
She knew she should’ve grabbed a bowl but her cravings were OUT OF CONTROL.
Not enough time to open the cupboard, search for an appropriately sized receptical, open the package and pour the goods.
It was an EMERGENCY.
Natalie stared down at her from the doorway; her hair was slightly mussed in that recently sleep-caressed manner and he...
“Ummmmm…”
She grumbled a bit, looked down at the podium and rubbed her forehead with concern.
Murmurs spread throughout the crowd as she drew in her breath; the presidential hopeful felt fragile and exposed, but she knew what she had to do.
She grasped the podium with earnest hands and looked up at the crowd peering at her with hopeful and fatigued eyes.
“Listen,” she said. “I’m not going to b...
