Wilde-eyed

It’s been said before. It happens to all. Down in that gutter – a moment of clarity begins to ignite. All hope’s not lost. We strain to look up. Those dazzling pinpoints pierce the sky. It starts there. And we begin to climb.       Image Source

Little Luke’s Tea Time

Little Luke loved recess time. For this first grader – as is with all 6-year-old children in general, and especially for the boys and girls in his first grade class who never once gave him a second thought, recess lasted an eternity. The others quickly learned the value of cliques and groups, disdain and contempt…

A Dying Sun

There was a time when things were different. That longing, because it was a longing, permeated through her skin and infected the air until she could bear it no longer. She opened a window, but only the last of the sunlight’s strength seeped in. The crisp, still air of a new autumn did nothing to…

Murder at Dawn

The rays of the sun cut through the mist, forcing its retreat. Wounded by the oncoming light, the mist leaves behind parts of itself. The dampness on the ground, the droplets on the tree limbs: dismembered parts reminding the world that no crime shall go unpunished. The day grows and the sun sweeps through the…

Dog Days

“Dog, where are you going?” “Home,” the dog replies. “Come down. You are home,” the child cries. “Please.” “I won’t be coming down. I go back whence I came.” “Then I shall be alone.” “You are a child,” he responds. “You have yet to live a full life. My days have been long and Sirius,…

Rain

Looks like rain again. She pauses from her task to look out the kitchen window. Tears distort the view of the clouds. It’ll rain forever, she fears. It’s an excuse to justify the blade gliding across her arm. Blood flows. He has no umbrella, she worries. But he won’t be back this time. Anger fills…