Always thought I’d be a writer—got inspired after retirement and had a book published. Since then, lots of starts and stops. Ready to put myself out there and share what’s going on in my head!
Always thought I’d be a writer—got inspired after retirement and had a book published. Since then, lots of starts and stops. Ready to put myself out there and share what’s going on in my head!
I trudge down to the mailbox in the chilly twilight. Opening it, I’m pleased to find it almost full. Looks like a few people remembered my birthday, I think. Moving out to the middle of nowhere hasn’t made people forget about me.
It’s too cold to linger by the mailbox so I quickly scoop what’s inside and hurry back to the warmth of the house. I throw the stack of mail onto the kitchen table and s...
The stars were what she liked most about the sky.
Then, they started to fall.
“You’re hurting me!” she cried in anguish.
The cold, hard stars continued to fall
Uncaring and relentless.
“I thought you were my friends,” she wept.
She curled into a ball and covered her face with her hands.
The stars covered her completely.
A new constellation was born....
We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger
Dancing in the dust that the wind puffs up.
Swirling around the ancient saguaros
And singing with them in the black, black night.
The ghosts own the solitude.
We are only welcome if we honor the past
And preserve the future.
The footprints linger....
The path begins, twisting and turning
Through the low hanging trees, the rocky soil.
I keep going, blindly following the path
Tripping, falling, getting up again.
I’m back at the beginning. Try once more.
Blindly brushing away the branches
Never stopping.
The sun! A clearing!
I run towards the light.
The pit before me seems to open like the jaws of a monster.
I fall into darkness....
Roaring, rumbling, hurtling down the hill. The sound of a thunderous herd, but no animal in sight. The water leaps and dances, skipping over half-buried rocks. Its force takes your breath away. What would it be like to slip off the muddy bank into the water? The stream is deceptively deep, the rocks sharp. Nature is both creation and destruction, embodied in this scene....
The desert’s silence held ancient whispers
Dry bones bleached in the sun
Tumbleweeds skittered down the hills.
The desert knew.
As night fell the whispers grew louder
Hungry coyotes joined in
Until the silence was deafening.
The desert knew.
It gathered the sand into a devilish embrace
And threw its whispers into space
Glittering into the universe.
The desert knew....
Why does a monster need an umbrella? How can rain harm him? It’s a bit ridiculous when you think about it really, but here he is, grinning like an obsequious madman, huddled under a bumbershoot.
Perhaps he’s trying to look less threatening. “Hi, don’t mind me. I’m just like you—don’t like getting wet.” And then when you get closer, he’ll pounce, tearing your skin with his claws. Or conversely, m...