The day was hot and muggy. Summer in the Ozarks. The creek flowed slowly, pooling quietly enough for the water skippers to stride over the surface. One could smell the apple scent they painted on the gentle breeze. The father held his son up, standing in the deepest point, hand on a skinny belly. The dog paddle was perfected. The rest of the afternoon spent learning that stroke. There were no more seasons such as that. Th...
"Not guilty, Your Honor.I'm incapable of accepting love from another. Incapable of giving love to another.Incapable of being happy with myself.Incapable of showing others compassion.Incapable of making lasting friendships.Incapable of living in the present, constantly living in the past.Life taught me to be this way. It was done to me. I can do to them.Not my fault, never is.I was drunk.I was high.I can always find an exc...
How do you stand to just sit in your roomYou never leave the houseYou are 20 years oldWhere is your ambition? Go get a jobDo somethingIt breaks my heart To watch you every day Glued to your phonePlaying video games all day Go do something See someoneLeave the houseYou aren't a child anymore You need to work How do I bring you to reality ?I worked AND went to schoolIf I couldn't find a jobI just kept trying I couldn't stan...
I would say That I could turn the darkest skies The brightest blue. And, maybe When you were younger, Your feet unsteady, You would have believed that I could. But, I am powerless. All that I have is The strength of my love, The length of my arms, The power of my intentions, My ability to give. I fail many times, Fall short of your ideals, But I also rise up From darkness To light For you. I realize I am...
This feeling I had was unreal. It'd been years since I'd last seen Holly Hightower. There'd been many women in many places since then. But now I was falling for this one…hard. * Sensual and seductive, she lay amid the rumpled sheets of the bed where we'd just made love, relaxed and at ease within the golden skin of her petite, perfect body. Not posing, not looking at the camera so much as through it, into the photographer...
One For A FriendIn distant places, I've come to knowThat where I go, I mix things up - living in spaces.Fighting within, I began to stareWatching from the side-walk at the circus I glare.They play and love, but mostly shareA lingering lustful desire - with a raging heart secretly I declare Will living and loving ever be more than a game of truth or dare?I sit here taken aback, by memories of my past - never was there a ha...
It was so long ago, so long ago. Maybe I should have known better, but I didn’t. I was young, innocent and ignorant. Live and learn, they say, but learn. Now look at me, tired, dark bags under my eyes, bony hands with skin like dry fish scales, sagging breasts and look at these skinny legs with varicose veins and hairy as a gorilla or something. Not like the old days when I had a body like a goddess. I remember how he’d c...
Dear Friends, The silence was drowning me into my innermost thoughts that seemed to sprout from ‘second week’ at my new assignment. The cream and maroon cubicle with an entire glass wall on one side and an endless stretch of green reminded me of the museums I frequented with dad as a kid. So much beauty, only to be ‘seen’. I hated the butterfly corner they had in the museum back then…beautiful, rare (endangered some of th...
