Poetry: Trusting the Past

I have known you for a lifetime Considered you a constant companion You possessed my trust Through many dark days Now look at where we have come There is no presence My life is forsaken This spirit is foundering Introspection is cruelty Seeing now the past through new sight Am I truly made in your... Continue Reading →

Prompted: Something for Nothing

The funeral had been a disaster, what with their children screaming at his retreating form.  According to them, he was responsible for their mother getting cancer.  Everyone tried to hush the teenagers, but the accusations rang in his ears.  Every time it seemed the tears had run out, it would not be long before he... Continue Reading →

Prompted: As Fast as You Can

It was good to be home after a bad day.  Ty entered the kitchen from the side door, but was surprised that there were no smells of dinner having been cooked.  Disappointed, he went to the freezer and picked through the frozen fare.  His mother kept buying this stuff in spite of a determination that... Continue Reading →

Quiet Dreams: Hot Mess

I might as well rename this blog The Hot Mess. Originally I envisioned a focused theme which was living with mental illness. Then I got stuck, writer's block struck, or I saw something shiny, whatever works. Life and mental health were joined by The Nightmare Plague and poetry. There are posts regarding books and authors,... Continue Reading →

Lull of the Storm

The woman was drenched and her boots were full of mud, yet the door had yet to oipen. The sounds from within made it evident that no one had retired, but the door had been bolted. Miriam could well guess why, thinking of sort of family that her mother had married into. There was light... Continue Reading →

Prompted: A Tempting Offer

Toby skidded around the corner, ducking down another alley.  The bruisers didn’t look like runners, but he couldn’t take the chance of being wrong.  Speed was of the essence and reaching the street would be safe.  Toby did everything they demanded, turning over the money required.  Why was he being pursued again? Barreling into another... Continue Reading →

Red Maple: A Welcome Worn Thin

The day had been pleasant, but in the mountains this can change quickly.  Klaus thought pressing on was worth the effort  rather than stopping to prepare a campsite.  The more chilled he became, the burly man thought of how strong his body is, and he could survive something as paltry as cold air.  The people... Continue Reading →

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