I do dwell too often on the pastabout things I had no control If I told all it would likely flabbergastthese memories from so long ago I am ashamed when being askedof the things that happened then Forced so young to grow up far too fastmy childhood stolen...
In my dreams last night I found myself sitting at the dining room table. Like so many times years ago, my report card spread open on the table in front of you. Your fingers again grasping my dreadlocks, tightening more and more as you continued your verba...
“Your father loves you.” My mother spoke for him, but he didn’t look up from his work, nor smiled. I never could understand what he was doing after dinner when occupied at the kitchen table in the evening. I assumed that it had something to do with his un...
I have read and reread stories I have written, Of people and of places that once had meaning.It seems as though there is a disconnectAs I can no longer feel the emotion in those moments. But I have kept a track record of every hill I've crossed,I have pag...
When I was small: My mom looked out the kitchen window at the Mission Mountains. “They are so large today. The Sheep’s Head is so amazing. Pumpkin, come here.” She lifted me to the window. I saw snow. She pointed. “Do you see the Sheep’s Head?” she said....
"It's not what it looks like," he said, confused at the anguished face of Doria. He had bought her a T-shirt as Christmas present that read "Lovable Friend". Perhaps she has taken it wrong because of the word "love", thought Nick. How could Nick be so unk...
It is a windswept house; yetstill. The windowless walls areimpenetrable;the lone tenantdoesn’t botherto try thedoor, any more than she wouldaim a cameraat the skyto make sure it’s there. She has grown soused to this placeshe can remember no other; nordoes...
As a child she was always the fat kid the one everyone always made fun of. The one who tried to show kindness and empathy but all it got her was hurt. At age 5 tried defending herself from a peer and got the cane at school and the belt at home so learnt t...
Standing outside the curio shop looking through the display window, Tanya watched the woman standing at the counter inside. She had sad eyes. She wondered what had happened in the woman’s life to make her look this way. Tanya could almost feel the sadness...
You've been playing outside in the snow for the past half hour, and even with the gloves on your hands, they are frozen, and so's the rest of you. Your dad opens the door and you rush inside to find a slightly steaming bowl of Alphabet soup! Your mother s...
The toddler in diapers was screaming at the door of the cheap white trailer-house. "I think his diapers need changed." My mom looked across the street with concern. We were digging worms from the front flowerbed, a flowerbed that didn't grow anything, so...
***I want to add something, as an edit, because it has been brought to my attention by a friend on here that this prose-poem could be taken badly. I do not mean, at all that people with manic depression (bipolar disorder) are bad people or should be held...
My name is Mindy. I'm five years old. My hair is long and brown. I live with my mommy. She says my hair is pretty. She says I'm pretty, too. My mommy has to work a lot. I miss her but I get to stay with my Meme. My Meme is very old. Mommy is old too, but...
If my mother were still alive she would be 92 years old, twenty-six years my senior. Every Mother’s Day I fondly remember how well she took care of me. How she cooked and vacuumed and did my laundry and so many other things to keep our household going. If...
The Closed Cosy World Of Just A Six Year Old A life time in a day- A life in the day time Being too low for anybody to look you square- makes it impossible for anybody to directly say anything that can sink straight into your soul and rot. And above all y...
