More Than Dischord
Through tear and wear, I feel quite weary, actually. Seeing age pass by... Well it’s kind of like a song. You could know what chord is SUPPOSED to come next…
Two Decades
It took me awhile to realize that turning 40 is entering mid life, entitled to crises, existential, suffocating thoughts about dying, buying expensive cars…
Widow Fletcher's Storm
A crowd had gathered at the counter of the diner leaning over Doc Martin’s shoulder mostly. He mumbled how narrow the road gets winding the bluffs, pointing to…
serendipity
Swallow those gargled words or spit them out. It doesn’t matter. This feeling - it’s when you stumble into pitfall traps and find skeletons in the dirt and you…
zemblanity
I always found myself stopping mid-sentence gargling on warped words because things never seemed right. “They never do, do they?” I don’t have the courage to…
Retracing Your Steps.
“Dear! If you don’t hurry up and get your shoes tied, we’ll never see Maggie blowing out her candles! Hurry!” Penny shouted to her husband, proceeding to the…
I Think I've Reached That Age...
It’s three PM. Work’s been running long and I finally get a chance to take a break. I decide to drop into Gino’s and grab a couple of slices for a late lunch…
Aging
I try not to complain about my age, because when I’m 30, I’m going to say “I wish I was in my 20’s again!” But I’ll try not to complain about my age then…
Life at 55 mph
Drive the backroads in December. Watch the field sparrows scrape the gravel of the berm looking for the corn the grain trucks spilled on route to the silos…
The Man of Few Faces
He was only strong enough to scatter few rocks as the bag settled. Cursing, he kicked them, clenched his fist and jaw, and stomped off to release the fifth…
Creative Differences
Hayder had a wispy little beard, bags under his eyes and a sickly complexion. He was only thirty-one, even though he looked like he’d seen the world twice over…
Arlen, Forgotten
“Oh, hi Arlen.” the old man said from his arm chair, still fumbling for his TV Guide. The younger man crossed the room, a forced smile on his face. He took a…
Perils of Being a Dreamer
In the dusty light of the attic, Harmon sat cross-legged, which he really shouldn’t have been doing on account of his knees. Tear after tear made their slow…
Bright Light
What’s that? A face. My...mother’s? I reach out my tiny hands, is she real? I’m taking my first steps. Shaky legs, bent to fall forward and crawl, but no…
Enclosed
“Be prepared, sir, this sleep is rather like you’re in a dream. If you realize you’re in it, you’re likely to wake up.” “And what happens to me then?” “Well…
In A Hurry To Stay Young
In his dreams he pushes back. He is eleven years old. His world has changed so much, his understanding of his place within it crumbling away. A few weeks ago…