With every change

I am born again.

I’m never the same

As time passes by.

Every day

I look in the mirror.

And a different person

Looks back at me....

In reverse I seem to go,

Aging against the common flow.

While time moves forward,

My age is lowered,

As to why I do not know.

The hair of those around me is gray,

And on their faces creases run.

Yet the gray in mine goes the other way,

And the creases become undone.

Life’s journey takes others,

To a single destination.

But it takes me,

In the opposite direction.

What can I do,

When it is the wo...

To every horizon wildflowers spread,

Covering the ground with gold and red.

A cool breeze carried their scent,

Sweet and cool the wind went.

The simple blue sky above,

With small clouds shaped like doves,

Brightened the colors down below,

Of the flowers in the meadow.

To know this place,

So full of grace,

Was to know peace,

A feeling of great relief....

I hear them,

Whispering beyond my vision.

I feel them,

Generating terrible tension.

The faster I walk,

The louder they whisper.

As they stalk,

I try not to whimper.

I start to run,

Hoping they don’t follow.

Waiting for the sun,

To dispel the shadow....

The same trees and fields

The same mountains and rivers

Alice thought

New trees and fields

New mountains and rivers

Even the ocean

Alice sought...

The wind roared in my ears. River water rushed up to meet us. I turn and look at my sister. Her eyes are shut tight, her arms held around her ready for impact. I swallow and do the same.

A splash then a cold shock. I swim to the surface and look for my sister. Beside me her head pops up out of the water. We look at each other then swim to the rocky beach below the cliff.

“Is it still up there?” M...

Every passing day, hour, minute,second I feel it. My muscles writhe like worms under my skin which has started to become hard and crusty. Memories of the past fade into nothingness. I’ve even lost my name. Today, I think, is my last day.

I lay on a carpet of autumn colored leaves staring at white things above in the blue. The name of them I cannot recall. Behind me is the source of my agony. ...

Jack and Greg stare up at the house. Both have been looking at it for half an hour trying to figure out how the hell it got up there.

“Do you think a tornado did it?” says Greg as he focuses on the house so intensely that Jack thought he could see steam coming off of his head in the cool early morning.

“Greg, when was the last time you’ve seen a tornado here. Plus not a single shingle’s mi...

The glassy water and orange sunset make the lake seem like it was pulled out of a painting. In the distance forest beyond the lake owls hoot, waiting for the night. Fireflies fly in the dim light creating temporary stars. I sit on the edge of the dock and watch the receding sun, taking it all in before my vacation ends.

Behind me, my cabin fills the darkening world with light. I rented it for ...

Today is the first day I’ve woken up to quietness. No sirens. No car horns. Just silence.

I start my day with a cup of coffee. The early morning rush to get ready for work has now been replace with a calm early morning routine of chores. First I gather the eggs from the chicken coop. Next I feed all of my animals and make sure they have water. First the chickens, then my goats, and last my two...