You’re playing with your friends. Maybe you’re playing by yourself. Your room is packed with all sorts of toys that…
Turn Around
There’s nothing I can say to keep you from taking those steps . Your shoes are clomping loudly as you…
Grandpa Was a Writer
Battle of Wills
Our struggle is endless. Time aides but only in minuscule means. Change is only possible when one is willing…
Winter
Forshadowing
I walked onto my porch. The steps wheezed an obnoxious screech under my boots. I sat down and stopped…
Sleepy Hollow Cemetery
There’s an eerie sense of calm, while entering the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery. There’s a silence that could render you speechless.…
Slip of a Moment in Time
Watching the colors dance across the this blank canvas, I can see the transformation taking place. As the sun sinks…
Where I’m Found
[X] Where I’m Found I could feel them. The brittle, cool waves lapping at my feet. They lick at me…
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The Running Game
In the winding wood maze we wander..The circles are lit brightly by the zipping fireflies. You attempt to sneak past,…
All Stand Still
We look towards the towering buildings. The lights continue to dance. Each formation takes a different shape. Some are ballet…
The Night of the Porch Party
There’s a yellow house on the hill. This yellow house has a wrap around porch. The wrap around porch hosts…
Eager To Roam
The sharp sunlight shimmers softly on the fiery brick buildings. There is smoke rising from the chimneys in smaller buildings…
Even in The Daylight
Daylight breaks the darkness outside of these six foot windows. The sky lightens slowly, shifting from a hard deep navy…
When The Stubborn Branch Won’t Bend …
There’s nothing. Nothing. You’re set in your ways. Not the wisdom that grows in time, nor the healing waters…
Clip. Clip. Silence.
There’s no answering machine plugged in. I cut the cords, snipped the telephone lines. All I’m trying to do is…
About-Face
I remember when you left for the first time. I was ten years old. I had to call the ambulance…
By Winter’s Hand
In the distance, white fluff is powdering the cold crisp grass. The trees are bare and vulnerable to the icy…