Is not a thought a miniscule point of energy with which we collide with billions in our life sending as many or more ourselves. To imagine a thought like a particle floating in the air. It is thick with them but we cannot see them with our eyes. We move through them like moving through… Read More Think it Forward – Prose
Someone behind her gurgled and rasped. It was breathing. She didn’t care, it was what was in front of her. She wanted what was in front of her. “Please don’t.” The young man begged. “Why are you doing this?” He rattled on. Maybe he thought he could distract her but it was not working. His… Read More The Race Is On – Horror
People flow through our lives for various amounts of time and countless reasons. They breathe life into you, give you something you need. A little advice. A shoulder to weep on. A moment of contemplation. Some much needed sunshine. How many strangers less friend more acquaintance have you known who have touched your life? Soft… Read More A Touch to Remember
My father was born with a real silver spoon in his mouth, not gold not platinum but a nice solid silver. Not by any fault of his own but rather by his family having practiced good business and money-wise decisions. I still have his monogrammed solid silver christening cup. I was born with a silver… Read More Spoons
An Old Way with Words My father in his off-handed way imparted some advice on us. Advice of which I have shared with my children and hopefully will to their children too. “Your word is the only thing you truly own and take with you when you die.” By this he meant of all the things… Read More Your Words – Be Remembered Well!
Flesh and bone Our spark is strong But strength in one breath, Can be replaced by death. Life needs to be earned. Fragile the stone. As a feather blown When the hammer of war Rocks us to center and core. Will we never learn? Humanity is drowned When survival is crowned. Life – a struggle… Read More Survival Crowned
(2500 words) Marilyn stepped out into the sunflower field. The air was warm from the recent watering and the heads of the sunflowers were just tall enough to brush her cheek with their satiny soft petals if she leaned over just a wee bit. She knew they would be getting ready to harvest them before… Read More The Sunflower Field
The way is long under the heat of the sun. The camel and rider travel as one. The roast of the sand beneath its feet, Dribbles through the hourglass until time to meet. The moment of deletion, life’s glory gone. Booze, cigarettes, cancer, none of them won. Time is the boss in our house of straw.… Read More Luck of the Draw