Believe

Standing so tall So elegant with its skinny stem Cold to the touch, warms his chest. Delicate scent as he lifts it up Dancing into his nostrils Floating down his throat Reminder to breathe. Reminder to believe as he clenches its neck with strong fists Breathes, releases. Sips, believes. Allowance for rest, slowing pace, sitting... Continue Reading →

I Don’t Know

I think of her and that Place The Place where I shut the Door. With all my strength Unhappy no more. Now I pray that, Well, I don’t know yet. What’s next Next. Assume the next line on my resume Where my car will park for most of the day Early mornings, late nights, sunrises,... Continue Reading →

Key

I rise with her rays I sip my slow-drip fuel As I wrestle with plot and imagination Characters bleed through the screen And hop from key to key Stretching their mind-born limbs Crafting their story. We chat over more slow-drip Debating the next chapter And they're always right. I return to the keys. The key... Continue Reading →

Happy Christmas Day

Ocean of sheets Atop my belly so full Heavy eyelids After bubbly beverages Surrounded by family Gift wrap littered; splayed on the living room carpet Hugs Smiles Laughs Exchanged And now we huddle Under our ocean of sheets After a happy Christmas Day.

Numbers

The pale plate nestled in her grip.  Knuckles white, she lifted the cold serving spoon.  Under the heating lamps her skin tingled as she scooped the rice.  Plop, 200.  Side-step, coconut shrimp.  Plop, 250.  Side-step, orange chicken.  Plop, 350 at least.  Her feet shuffled her back to her seat among her family.  She settled in her chair. 200. 250. 350.... Continue Reading →

“No, What Do You Really Do For Fun?”

“I read and write, Grandma!” My 95-year-old grandmother just wasn’t buying it.  In our last phone call, the conversion led to shows we watch on television and what I do on the weekends.  I responded with some cooking shows and The Bachelor (duh), and of course, reading and writing.  I think she finally just gave... Continue Reading →

What’s In Your Brain?

Creative writing is really awesome.  You know why?  Typically, all you need is your brain and either a pen and paper or a computer to type.  Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy writing my papers for class and learning about different topics from my research, but there is something about just sitting down and spewing... Continue Reading →

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