Ten years on the force and this was the case no one ever wants to get. I stared at her photo and imagined the life she must have lived. So young and beautiful. Now lost as I stepped around the stream of blood flowing as slow as a turtle into a red pool beneath her wrist. I wondered at the fathers and brothers and husbands and boyfriends who once loved her but now hated her for what she did. I felt sorry for them, but as I...

Sometimes, it’s just people you know. Remembering a face or a name. You wouldn’t call them a friend though. The connection just isn’t the same.   Sometimes, people surprise you. Closeness will develop over time. Family or friend, someone you knew. Maybe love, maybe not, or just liking is fine.   Sometimes, the people farthest away, Are the ones who hold you close. While others you see day to day, Make it clear you aren’t...

Inspired by something seen or heard but can’t remember where or when. Valentine’s Day is a prehistoric day of celebration monopolized and monetized by Hallmark. So much so that presumably intelligent humans are willing to spend vast amounts of time and money shuffling and stuffing Valentine cards in display case slots surrounded by hair care products and tweezers. Each looking for that one special card that says exactly h...

There was a time I thought that I would live forever Nothing was out of reach The horizon held my hopes and dreams I relished every endeavor.   There was a time The wind trailed through my lion’s mane My roar loud and fierce A bounce in my every step Each link strong within my chain.   There was a time Every challenge was an adventure The thrill of the gamble All or nothing What else was life meant for?   There was a time...

26 letters are all it took A few words A couple of sentences Voila! You have a book.   26 letters make up the alphabet Soft and hard sounds Vowels and syllables Silent letters are a mystery yet   26 letters and a language is spoken Emotions are traded Hate and love emoted Hearts are broken   26 letters communicate your thoughts Typed on a screen or texted by phone Contact is minimal The true meaning is never caught   26 l...

At some point there will come a time. In a moment not of your choosing. You’ll know when. It was all borrowed time anyway. On loan, never to be owned. The path will grow more narrow. The light will grow dimmer. A soul once uplifting, now heavy and held hostage. Fear is just a lack of information. Your senses seek familiarity. The smell of fresh-cut grass on a Sunday afternoon. The taste of sweet tea on a front porch swing...

On this day of memories and mourning, we should remember a beloved SS member and all he accomplished in his too-short life.  Below is a link to his respected and famous poem dedicated to the 911 event. Please take a moment to read and comment.   https://www.storiesspace.com/stories/poetry/we-shall-never-forget-911-tribute.aspx

Click-kuck Back-to-school 1st grade: A 6-year-old boy sitting on a desk. His shoes made of raggedy torn canvas as most play shoes were back then. Indiana snow shin-deep walking to school. A teacher calling him to the front of the class. Everyone laughing as she removed his wet shoes and socks and rubbed his feet to get them warm. He felt so ashamed and hated her that day. Only many years later did he understand the immens...

There was no grand design. No all-powerful paranormal being calculating the “ifs” and “buts” of existence with pie charts and ledgers and a magic wand. It was through the destiny of random chaos and chance and proximity that the universe began sorting itself nearly fourteen billion years ago. Like marbles rattling around in a shoebox, meteors and comets alike began a relentless assault on anything that crossed in their pa...

Quarter-moon, harvest moon, blood moon, lover’s moon A cow jumped over the moon, Was I once so very young And grew old so very soon?   An ebbing tide, a waning heart, the tears of hopes betrayed So far away, yet here on earth The moon is much the symbol In every skit of life that’s played.   A cardboard box, a wooden sword, a towel makes a cape A rocket ship to the moon The wildest imagination of a child Their dreams take...

Why is it that when you order items to be delivered from your local lumber yard for a home project, the missing item is always the one you needed most to do the project. Does anyone else think that porch pirates work in conjunction with certain drivers of package delivery services? Why is it that when the instructions say “No Tools Required”, you always need tools? Do you ever wonder why it is that your computer can work...

I hate this kinda crap. There’s nothing worse than when someone you care for dies and everyone stands around crying and the over-hyped lamentations begin. Somehow, whatever faults and shortcomings they had have now been replaced by qualities of sainthood. I always try to stand at the back at these sort of things. Rolling my eyes is a private thing and rightly so. I’m not a complete jerk. Still and all it does bother me th...

Red Dot. Always a red dot. Fortunes crossed by the fate of a given moment. There was no escape for either of them. Both had a job to do, But only one would pull the trigger.

It wasn’t that long ago A few years or so When mane of hair was thick and long And sparrows bowed to the peacock’s song.   The years slipped by but not the reign Skills and endowments still remain Impetuous youth replaced by grace No longer willing to run the race.   A mislead journey from here to there There turned out to be anywhere Leading the way with each tread All the while destiny led.   Each petal dropped from ros...

Come with me, my love.Your flower awaits.Let's wander In the anther and frolicIn the sea of pollen.The time is fertileTo taste the nectarWhere the beesCollect the pollenSavoring the nectarThat becomes the honeyStored in the honeycomb of the heartFor the cold winds of winter.