When I was a little girl, I lived in silent fear of losing my mother the way she lost hers. That fear became excessive when I reached the age of seven, the same age she was when her mother fell down the basement stairs and hit her head. I watched Mama like a hawk, terrified that she would meet the same fate. I offered to go to the basement to get whatever she needed to the point of making a pest of myself. Finally, she go...
Girl was rudely awakened by a massive BLAM and an incredibly bright flash of light. She jerked upright, hand to her mouth, quivering and afraid. She was confused as to where she was, having been ripped from a sound sleep. Her head whipped around, quartering the room, looking for something familiar and not finding it, her heart beating furiously. Another blinding flash and crash of thunder shook the cabin, and she shrieked...
You were always there, around a distant corner, the far-away man, in the back of my mind. As my sister lay withering away in a hospital bed, it was you, with those ice-blue eyes, always smiling, that wit, your spark. I could see all of you, still. You were the sunlight and the rain, the thunder and the fire. You were everything rolled into one, and I moved about with those vibrations, that beautiful noise. My feet moved t...
Dear Sam, I watch the June bugs crawl around as the fireflies float and light up my porch. It makes me want to let go, give in and be free. Part of me wants to tell you, you do light up this tiny space, my world. Your humor and compassion, that coolness and great love for music make me feel like I’m back in our hometown, but I’m not. I did escape that world and left for college to start over. I started over in an empt...
I'm holding onto a book that doesn't belong to me.I've read its pages a thousand times but failed to seeThe words on the page no longer meant for me.Its title was hope, the author, my fantasy mind.The main character never caused any harm.His words were generous, loving, funny, and kind.I fell for his wit, awkwardness, passion, and charm.He dripped words painting stories for us to share.Fantasies voiced, marveled, woven in...
Are you waiting for me?Waiting for me to step aside,To bow out gracefully,All for you to have what’s mine. I’ve watched you slinking around,Sneaking in behind the scenes,Planting seeds and little blooms,Hoping she will tend them. She has a gentle touch,It’s delicate but strong,Oh, the things she does,And she does them to me. Do you want what I have?The love we share,All the things she gives,How she controls my body. You...
They had planned it as the holiday of a lifetime, but Jen had known all along that it was her final attempt to save their marriage. She'd had very little help from Alex, as usual, other than a few affirmative nods and grunts over his evening bottle of Scotch. Now here they were in San Francisco, in a lovely boutique hotel with a balcony and a magnificent view of the bay. It had cost and arm and a leg, but she'd worked so...
Driving along the highway. POP. There it goes again, you think. Sounds like a rock hitting the side of the car. That can't be good. Might ruin the finish. This car is only five or six years old. Dammit all. Nothing to do. It's just gravel or stones along the highway. Can't avoid 'em. You let it go. Let it pass from your mind. Days later you're heading down the highway again. POP. What the heck. You didn't see any rocks....
It's been so lonely, you are thinking, and this happens. These simple words make you hope, it might be. You always recognize your own hope appearing. "Hello darlin'." That's what he said. He's flirting, you consider. It startles you a little. It's been awhile. At least, since it wasn't someone that was overbearing, rude. Yes, you wonder, is this one going to be rude and mean. You don't think you can take that again. The t...
Each moment we spend together Always means so much Reality showing that shared time Loving affection and heartfelt communication Are a most precious gift. But what about when things fall apart When actions don’t match words And long silences grow obvious Those involved feel alone And so unwanted. When questions are asked And insecurities grow If no answers are found Or the other is uninterested in talking It is most d...
"That's him, Momma."Cindy points at Simon across the schoolyard. Her mother looks at him and smiles. He's pleased but not sure exactly why.He's the new boy in kindergarten. Some other boy tells him that Cindy likes him.What's that mean?Now her mother is visiting to pick up Cindy for something.She tells her mother he's her new boyfriend. He's glad, for some reason he can't really understand.It just seems important to be th...
Don’t talk to me about love. I wrote the book on it. Literally.And for that sin, I alone am escaped to tell you the tale of the Battle of the Sexes and the End of Man.Okay, that’s not quite accurate. The book wasn’t really about love. But it was about dating, and lust, and sex, and how to facilitate all of that. And there was enough sin to go around - if that girl hadn’t broke my heart, I’d never have written it.See, the...
The 7even Stages of Relationship Separation (Male Perspective) Stage One: HELL YEA I’m free, and nobody can take that from me. We weren’t meant to be encumbered by another person constantly sucking our will to live. I can eat what I want, do what I want, do who I want, leave the toilet seat up*, leave my clothes on the floor, drink from the [insert beverage name here] carton, and never change my sheets again. I’m calling...
I remember mydressclose-fitting andblackimprisoning my body like shrink wrapI remember myhairlong and darkbrownwith a narrowband of velvettight over myfrownI remember that daywe made ourplansand with promises likea welding torchyou said you would never desertmeyour eyes two blotches ofsealing waxrevealingnothing.now I amyoursforever;andfrom where youcutyour name from my neck to mysleeveI bleed red dropswhenever youleave
You were just A challengeThat’s all you were To me I don’t think I liked you muchBut wished You wanted me And wanting it So badlyNeeding To prevail ThinkingPlanningPlottingDetermined not to fail Upset it was upsettingI couldn’t reel You in ApproachAfter approachI triedI wanted so to win Yet had I really won youIf “we” had come to be Another one would challengeAnd I would set you free.
