Black Lives Matter.Blue Lives Matter.Black lives and Blue lives matter.You don’t have to choose. but... George Floyd and his murderer David Chauvin Racism is institutionalized in many police forces nationwide. We have seen the results time and time again. I am not a member of any police force. I do not know what the atmosphere … Continue reading Our Nation is Battered – Black and Blue
Solitude
I stand at the end of the pierMy eyes focus on the rockThe only constant objectThe sea is violentThe sky stormyI want to anchor myself I hold myself tightRock away my thoughtsFeel numbness then painAgony. Hollow.You leftI stayed My ears amplify the howlOf wind, of life, of meThe sea tries to lure me downThe depths … Continue reading Solitude
Heart and Soul
Surgeons performing operation in operating room The it wailed, moaned, rolled - although that was worse. Was there an ultimate level of pain? Could every pain be surpassed? The it didn’t have enough mental capacity to ask these questions. Or have any thought.There was only whimpering, screaming, shouting, whispering, rasping, pleading… “Just let me die” … Continue reading Heart and Soul
Waiting in Fear
School Lockers I’m on the floor. Legs and arms in unnatural poses. I haven’t moved them since I fell. I dropped. I chose to go down. Hit the deck. Don’t move. Stay still. It is impossible to think clearly. Foremost in my mind is ‘shit, shit, shit.’ ‘What can I do?’ ‘Oh my God – … Continue reading Waiting in Fear
With All My Heart
Original drawing by Melissa M. Cook My heart is fighting me again. This time is not as severe as before. Before my last surgery. Yet it is bad. I do not believe I need valve surgery again. I was told I should never need it again. However, something is lurking within me. Something that needs … Continue reading With All My Heart
The Rosie Run
This is one of many entries I am writing from prompts I found online. The prompt can be found at the end. I advise reading it after finishing the short story. Holly called late. Thursday. On a school night! My sensible friend. An elementary principal. "Remember when we were in fifth grade and Mrs. Lyons … Continue reading The Rosie Run
Stinky Block
This is one of many entries I am writing from prompts I found online. The prompt can be found at the end. I advise reading it after finishing the short story. Craig was having trouble with the latest part of his novel. Not yet a novel. Even in the most basic form. He had ideas … Continue reading Stinky Block
