It had been a week since they buried their eldest son; something that no parent should ever have to do. She sat alone in the den, her husband having long since gone to bed. There wasn’t much communication; it seemed there was nothing left to say; only grief, sadness and deafening silence hung between them.
She [...]
Filed in short stories No Responses yet
She doesn’t seek his memory, it just comes creeping; and when it does, that’s all there is.
Its nothing to do with fear or inspiration; building a fan base that was there long before he was; or anything at all for matter of fact. For who would dream of seeking such hurt.
Its simply a means of [...]
Filed in Through my Eyes, prose, the hyena No Responses yet
My dreams took me back last night; to a place I haven’t been in over a decade; a place I never imagined my self being, and never want to be again.
Ten years devoted.
Ten years spent.
Irretrievable.
Broken.
Gone forever.
I entered through the familiar front door; the scent that was us overwhelmed and stopped me in my tracks. My [...]
Filed in In Dreams, perception, prose No Responses yet
Backwoods Bucks
Six hundred twenty nine miles
A little town called Caryville
Where goats are chained
In the yard with the dogs
The circle of sustenance
Shot up from the treetops
Nestled in the foothills
Shiny brand new
Out the door
Quint venti white mocha
Bottle of syrup $6.99
Never have I traveled
So far for a fix
Filed in Through my Eyes, observations, poetry No Responses yet
I couldn’t even begin to guess her weight if I had to – I only know she was huge. Hair and make-up perfectly in place, neat stylish clothes – a pretty smile planted on her face, even though she was wheelchair bound and morbidly overweight.
I wondered, as I sat there stealing glances at her, just [...]
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