Tag: writing

  • Floating

    I started floating the moment I saw the number on my caller ID.  I knew my dreams were about to come true and everything I had worked so hard for was finally at the finish line.  I wiped my clammy hands onto my blue jeans and reached for the phone and wondered again about what…

  • Purpose

    Does it serve purpose?  Does the sun shine down on you?  Are the cosmos right? 

  • Transformation

    I knew for my transformation to be complete, I would need to sign the dotted line.  I had been holding a pen and staring at the contract for the last twenty minutes, unable to commit.  I was contemplating the pros and cons but had not been able to keep them straight.  Sometimes pros were cons…

  • Imagination

    “He never had much of an imagination.  I’m not surprised he got caught.  I knew it, I just knew it…” As I listened to Marley ramble on about our brother, Ryan, I tried to tune her out.  I knew my brother and I knew why he had gotten into trouble.  I knew why he had…

  • Painting

    I wanted to paint the kitchen red  My mother told me I was out of my head  It was my favorite color  I loved it like no other  I only wanted to get into bed. 

  • Hoax

    I laughed at all his bad jokes  Like the one about the hoax  I went along with his game  To try to save my own name  But at the end, he said, that’s all folks 

  • Sink

    Meaningless banter  Equilibrium upset  Sinking like the moon 

  • Dull

    As I rack my brain  Remembering life with you.  Now cold.  Sullen.  Done. 

  • Creation

    On the eve of my art show – the art show that would decide the rest of my life – I saw a ghost.  Or at least the closest thing to a ghost as I could get.  Donnie had disappeared from my life two days before we were to get married.  Disappeared without a word…

  • Ed

    When the horse jumped the fence  He said “Why so dense?”  His name was Ed  He wanted a new bed  The only thing that made any sense.