This year is the 50th since I graduated from high school. Deep in my veins, I wonder if attending it might be cool. I promised myself on that faraway graduation day That like mangoes, I would avoid those people in every way. Being bullied daily about my looks caused me so much pain, And made... Continue Reading →
Rainbows in the sky Remind me this, too,will pass. My soul starts to heal. Written for Heeding Haiku with Cheverfeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: Rainbow.
I have missed writing the answers to the wonderful questions from Sparks from a Combustible Mind. I am still healing from the defibrillator surgery, with the pain getting a little better. The nurse assures me that in a couple of weeks, all will be good again. Thanks for your prayers! Here are this weeks questions... Continue Reading →
Calla looked at the new digs, and she smiled. Finally, a new lease on life was possible, having graduated from high school and of an age where she could make her own decisions. It had not been easy, for often we become inured to the insults and ugly looks, especially when they are all that... Continue Reading →
Cate laid on the bed, dreaming of a place far away where she could find peace. Living and working in a big city take its toll on the heart, soul, and mind, with the constant noise and violence of disagreements. People seemed to find in the anonymity of large cities the one person who knows... Continue Reading →
Sitting in the passenger seat of our rental car in Italy, I was thankful that Douglas was driving, because the boldness of Italian drivers will being you closer to God. You are praying the whole time not to be hit or not to hit someone. It seemed that we were always caught in the middle... Continue Reading →
I stood at the water's edge, looking at my reflection. I marveled at that face, for I felt no connection To the woman who looked so very strong to me. I didn't recognize her as someone I knew personally. And I wondered if sometimes in our daily life If the stressors, sufferings, and the pain... Continue Reading →
It's hard to love a mercurial mate, Whose emotions are in a jumbled state. Much energy expended making them glad, Never knowing why they're so mad. Trying to change them doesn't work. They seem to enjoy being jerks. Written for Sammiscribbles #108 from Sammi Cox: a poem or story in 38 words exactly on Mercurial.... Continue Reading →
Laying on the beach, comfortable and free, Smokes, cold beer, sand, a book, and the sun . The guy seemed like he had no real troubles, As if all of his responsibilities had been done. He was enjoying his life to the fullest, and I envied him his ability to let go and just live.... Continue Reading →
