The pendulum swings back and forth as time ticks away. Every fifteen minutes its Westminster quarter chimes remind me that sleep is eluding me. Anxiety plagues me while I wait for a chime of a different sort, the first few whistling bars of Kesha’s “Crazy Kids,” which will put my heart at ease. When the phone finally sounds, it startles me. But I can finally breathe easy when I read the words, “Made it home safely. Love y...

A full moon gave her light to the path she traveled. Shadows blended together to give her a warmth. Coming each night to wait gave her a comfort in the dark. As she looked at the moon. She knew the connection was true  With tears that sparkled like the stars above. She waited...  

If you didn’t know her   You’d never know   That her heart was broken   But to know her   To have her touch your life   Was magical   The pain in her heart   Shows deep in her eyes   They don’t shine with the same sparkle anymore   She smiles   So the hurt won’t show   But there’s a tenderness missing   She swallows her tears   And makes it through   Like every day she’s in control   I sit and watch her wondering   Who sh...

The wires screeched in protest as the strain pushed them towards their limit. There was nothing she could do but cover her ears and wait as the unbearable cacophony built to a terrifying crescendo and then... it happened! The strain on the wires became too much and with a fearsome twang the first one failed and whipped back, released from its torment. She waited, the silence deafening, her heart pounding in her ears knowi...

Clicking on the return key, over and over. Changing the screen. Waiting for it to change. News is posted online now so you wait for the change. Hitting the return key. You did your best but never certain what to expect.Going back, again and again, always trying to make it. Wanting and needing to be part of it.This is what life is about. Anticipation. What you wait for and work for and hope for.It doesn't get easier but it...

This is a world of illusion,where truth gives way to fictionPeople say they want the real,but too much and they will bristle Where those who say they are open,lock you out when they are done,and the non-judgmental among us,will define you by your weakness They tell you to let your light shine though,but only if it stays out of their view,or that you're connected to all,while they hide behind a wall Speak your mind and the...

Over the seaAwaits his loveSteadfast and unchangingHer word of loyaltyA comfort to himThrough the darkest of timesA Northern StarOne fixed point throughout the instabilityOver the seaAwaits his hopeThe promise of a new love and a new lifeEver present and patientWhispered promises of fidelity and loyaltyThrough the rugged landscape And the elemental mistress that is the waterLays the promise of her warm embraceOver the sea...

In the morning when I wake up, Staring all around me, Seeing that I'm all alone. Daydreaming as I go out, searching about my hometown, Pretending that I still alright. Just waiting for you to see me, No need to hurry, Time is just running out. Maybe I should just leave, Perhaps make you see, Before I have to say goodbye.Maybe, just maybe, It's all in my head. Maybe, just maybe, Fears fueling my dread. Maybe, just maybe, W...

The horizon always looks much brighter,that is where the rainbows belong,not here near me,where all the lights are dim.It's on the horizon that you belong too,you're a bright spot so far away,that even though I want to be with you,there are many mountains blocking my way.Your presence with me,always seems like a dream,that I will never achieve,but maybe with time,you will finally appear, just like a gift.For now my love,I...

Inspired by the work of Anne Stokes, 'Solstice Gathering'Ariane stood atop the castle battlements and looked out across the heavily wooded landscape that stretched far into the distance as far as she could see. It was the twenty-first day of December in the year of our Lord fourteen hundred and twenty-three. All along the castle walls, torches flared, casting an eerie flickering light but still she stood, watching, waitin...

Chapter Fifteen - Minerva I run out of the café and race to the truck. I climb in and start crying, horrible, gut-wrenching sobs. I hear the door open and jump before I look over and see that it is Nick. He sits quietly next to me while I sob. “She’s a strong girl,” Nick says when I finally settle down and stop crying. “She’ll make it.” “I know she’s strong but I can’t help worrying.” I tell him looking at him. “I am scar...

Chapter Thirteen - Minerva I sit in the seat waiting for the doctors to come out and give us some news, any news. I sit there hoping and praying that my sister will be okay. I can feel the tears silently falling down my face. It’s been three hours since the nurse told us that they had to operate to remove the bullet and we still haven’t been told what has happened yet. I am looking at the clock on the wall for the thousan...

Please know that this in the flash-fiction section. These things happen. Please remember to have hope and hold on for one second at a time, find a way to cope. There is always a way. I picked up the knife to see how sharp it was. I know how to do this. I have seen it many times. One clean slice and no one will know. My thoughts started to run to you, our dreams, our fears and the way our life connected. "Where did I go wr...

Maybe I over thought certain things, or I have been blind my whole life. Perhaps, I was crazy and judged too soon, on how I would live out my years. I was to be that old lady with the creepy house on the lonely hill, with several cats and two mean looking, but cuddly guard dogs. Gothic iron gates and fence and if we were that advanced at the time, I wanted holographic black clouds and lightning, just for the added effect....

Did you ever play the waiting game?All the "what if's" filling your brain. To find out if something is wrong,The results often take so long. You're easily distracted,Wondering how you will be impacted. You pray to God that you are okay,Feeling sick in so many ways. Family say things will be fine,Your lumps will just be benign. You cry and hope they are right,Feeling very sad and uptight. The needle biopsies had to be righ...