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…

Silence!

shhhh … he silenced me 🎶 happy tudor made of matches kisses and hugs and temporary patches 🎶 shhhh … he silenced me good morning, sunshine isn’t it about time to wake up, shape up, cover it with makeup shhhh … he silenced me and she cried, and he lied and a part of them died shhhh…

Sweet Bitters

I wanted to say something profound, but nothing came out. “Ma’am, would you like to stop police brutality?” Ma’am? “Yes, but not now.” “Not now?! But it has to start now!” Her voice trailed off as I scuffed down St. Mark’s and over to the #6, only to be transported down to Brooklyn Bridge, up,…

Life’s Loves to Ponder

Periodic messages trigger past transgressions, martinis, smokey kisses and a bond that could not be, said I, not he. Hiding behind a courtroom pulpit, the lord threatens hollow promises of a pilgrimage … to the country of my choice. Will I go? Not so. Not so. The Spanish seas are more puissant than the Louisiana…

Haiku 10-13-16

We share our laughter Shallow breaths and a stumble She dances again