Samuel, a half-Jamaican, half-Irish boy, is learning another language. Samuel has mentifery abilities. He uses them. This time, Samuel’s choice of language is Japanese. This has been a hobby of Samuel’s. He wants to understand the language and the culture. As he learns, he bends the language, leaving the culture to wrap around on its… Read More: Samuel »
On a 3 acre farmable land, there is a house that weighs 1,230,000 pounds. Inside, four women are talking. One young heir of an industry. A pair of codependents in therapy. One perfectionist. “We don’t want to have children. We have no energy left to properly raise them without making our lives unbearable.” Said one… Read More: Four Women »
October 19th, Twenty-Twenty. It is a Monday. You can verify. The writer isn’t lying. She heard the splashing sounds of one car after another running over the same puddle of water. Splash. Spla-sh! The writer didn’t investigate the puddle. She wasn’t interested. Confession – The writer is a woman. Continue. This year, Twenty-Twenty that is,… Read More: October 19th, 2020 »
My thoughts are quiet now. After two hours of weeping and In the lonesome and dry sockets that My eyes call home, I came back to the blinking cursor, Waiting for me to finish this line. One blink. Two blinks. The magnets between my eyelids are pulling To shut the door. Rest, my eyes. Tomorrow… Read More: Shut Open »
She left the little girl in the desert to die. She thought if the distance is long enough If the sun is hot enough Every bit of the little girl would evaporate. The desert wind would make sure of it. There would be no trace of rotten meat. She would be free Free from the… Read More: Murderer »
She was born a creature of finely tuned antennas A slight change of her mother’s mood A head tilt from her mate A twitch in her father’s eye Her whole world would vibrate How does such a creature Teeth out what’s her own? Her emotion is soaked and marinated Along with others’ secrets She is… Read More: Signals – A Poem »
Dear readers, I am picturing you holding a cup of coffee and snuggling with your beloved on a lazy Sunday morning. We need to add a warm, cozy blanket in there. Fall is here. Folks are getting ready for Halloween. I have to be honest, I miss summer. I can’t promise I won’t repeat this… Read More: How’s Life? – October 2020 »