March 27, 2024
Just down the road, I know that tree. So I go looking, phone at the ready, but there’s nothing. I look at the list again.…
March 25, 2024
Penny stood up and waved her hand in front of Benny’s glassy eyes. No reaction, no blinking, nothing. It was like Benny had been scooped out of his body. Eve pulled the bottle away from his right-hand without resistance but the hand kept repeating the motion.
March 23, 2024
All captured by his spotlight, Benny wrestled the bag like it was a dopey Alsatian three-quarters his size, up and over the plastic container. The white property light intermingled with yellow streetlights, overlaying Benny with a nostalgic sepia tone.
Just as he closed the lid, the light changed and Penny uprooted herself from within the squidgy cushions to the edge of the chair. Benny stood in a vertical tube of crimson light descending from the sky. His arms bolted straight upwards and head flopped down to his chest like his neck bones had dissolved.
March 21, 2024
Linger on the words, let the impact of the emotive writings tingle through the screen to your fingertips to your heart. Find hope, find encouragement, strength to stand. You are worth all the love and joy!
March 20, 2024
Air’s pearl-strung with tears of salt and husks of hibiscus. Low lying clouds extend dusk like an oilcloth across the western horizon,
March 16, 2024
“I can tell the future and here's what I learned,” I said with dramatic seriousness. “I will not need to ask anyone to homecoming because I'll be taking you. Paul will be home with mono. You may not know but my pebbles know.”
March 14, 2024
My anticipation grew. I quickly practiced what I was going to say, hoping I wouldn't forget my own name. The phone rattled again when someone picked it up. I prepared for Susan.
March 13, 2024
Totality lasted less than 3 minutes — such a tiny fraction of time compared to the years I’d spent waiting, hoping, planning, and preparing. It overwhelmed the mind yet further rooted a desire for more at the same time.
March 12, 2024
She stopped to pluck the tender notes from every melody and cawed discordant words into my each attempt at poetry
March 11, 2024
I raced through the line taking food without much thought. Platter piled high, I breezed past the cashier and out into the dining room. Normally, we ate in a small room behind the main hall away from the co-eds, but I refused to miss this opportunity to dine with her.
March 9, 2024
I turned to Gator. “Over there.” Gator and Ellen leaned closer. They must not have heard me. I nodded in the direction of the middle of the dance floor. Gator scratched his chin. Ellen scrunched up her forehead and squinted, unsure of what I was trying to communicate. But she turned slowly following my gesture. We saw her standing there.
March 8, 2024
It is a day of celebration
of what women achieved
and of their beautiful dreams.