Silent America

Senses are heightened. Look around. Notice. I push the radio off button, roll down the windows and soak up the humidity. A faint cool breeze chills my left shoulder, tickling thoughts of early mornings, Mom driving me to the mill where the yellow school bus waited for me. The air thick with the scent of…

Paris, My Love

I had no idea how long we’d been on the bus, only that I’d fallen asleep somewhere in-between the rolling green peas and our emergence into the City of Light. The boat-lag oscillated between my head and stomach while my eyes opened to a fraction of the enchanted view I’d only previously seen through French…

Friday 13, Locked, Loaded and Le Tired

Crusty eyes, if I lay here for a little while longer. What time is it? Shit, the clock. That’s it. Framed ax-yielding reflections and another sex joke. Hard to swallow, this head of mine. Walking shoes on. Hoodie zipped. Ear buds in. Gone girl. The rain beat me to it. A few minutes’ reprieve. Buzz…

Dream – One night in December

It was there, small, but coiled on the plant branch in the apartment. I wasn’t expecting it to be there. I brought her in to see it; she’d know what to do. It slithered on the floor. Sometimes it looked like a blond, slightly golden, furry kitten. She approached it as such, slowly, cooing as…

Driving Home

I try to see, but not. It’s 6:14am. Nana slings open her bedroom door. She’s later than normal. I pop out of the twin bed in what should be the dining room and limp my way into hers. I’m still feeling the effects a fairly middle-aged woman might after too much dancing, whatever that means,…

Ok, 2017, if this is how ya wanna play …

I never expected it to turn out this way. This wasn’t the plan. I thought I would have gotten up early, made tea or coffee, eaten a croissant in a civilized manner and begun writing like the future author I would become. But it didn’t happen like that. I also thought I would be spending…

Dream from the Past 02-04-15

You were there. And I was there. And so was Nana. Nana and I were at the house, and we were lying out in the gravel driveway, with our necks propped up on our arms. It was almost comforting, massaging. The sun was out. We went back inside to get cushions or blankets. She sat…

Get the Picture

By far one of the most fascinating documentaries I have ever watched. Beautiful, heartbreaking and informative. The life of photojournalist John G. Morris by Cathy Pearson. Happy 100th Birthday, Mr. Morris. I simply had to share …  

Dream 12-03-16

Now, Where on Earth Did I Park that Car … Oh that smile, and that look of yours. You were so tall and sexy. At least when you weren’t telling me you’d be right back, and ending up running into a friend, having drinks and returning an hour later. I couldn’t find my car. No…

How to Not Write – by Cory O’Brien

Yes, there are times when you have to stop making excuses, get off your ass and just do it. Then there are others when it’s simply not happening. Brilliant ideas don’t necessarily flow 24/7. And there are moments when the ideas arise, but the writing doesn’t follow. And when people tell you to “just sit…