Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
My house is in order! I shout to a cosmos intent on ignoring my pleas chthonic forces insist on invading dreams psychic locks ineffectual no barriers to protect when soul mocks purported equilibrium Order, spirit answers, is a temporal concept; continue to grow. (For Ragtag Community’s prompt: temporal. Image from personal collection.)
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Confronted with the confines of your hate-centered speech, I choke on disbelief, mind sputters, stalls, conversation moves on and all I can manage is an impotent withdrawal. (Submitted for Ragtag Community’s prompt: sputter, and Fandango’s: manage. Inspired by the hate rhetoric passed about on social media, often initiated by those I otherwise respect. How do […]
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So bound are we by customs, and customary, that seldom do we recognize absence – sparks numbed and motivation dwindled – what is awry morphs into projection, deflection – easier than untethering the leash, the fear accompanying Spirit’s freedom – the rearing up of wildness, or god forbid, the moxy to make real change. (Written […]
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Sensing foulness of mood they slither out from dark places – whirling wisps of putrid insinuation Clever they are, and almost imperceptible but I am clever also, have succumbed one too many times to the deceit will not be played by the mutterings prodding me to find fault with others to claim myself unjustly wronged. […]
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Front porch – a balcony view – retirement’s play. Novel – this place – silence stretches, pauses briefly – a car creeps by, or a dog barks – my heart beats… inside – commotion – pounding hammers, swoosh of legs in motion – not mine – body bankrupt – mind impoverished – no – not […]
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Chance encounter, a simple “hello”, and I reel backwards, grasping… blank the mind a trickster, memory inaccessible, panic pulses a response… hovers out of reach expectancy a deadline… Am I smiling? Or just an inert fool, this brain fog a cruel master. (Ran into an old friend today. Could not remember her name, nor where […]
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Comfortable is the state I aspire to today – lounging pants, a weathered tee, and a pace to match. Tomorrow, we prepare: finish up packing, load the vehicle, await the signal – the house is ours! Small town living is the setting of choice – Stonetown – quaint shops, cottages of lime, a river running […]
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Not much of a gardener, but seems I’m adept at growing dirty clothes – the shirt I planted Monday, having now sprouted many offshoots, the fruit heavy and pungent overflowing the hamper, begging to be picked. Nothing golden about this skill however, more melancholy than rewarding, the hours dedicated to folding and putting away akin […]
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Whatever you do give it 110% Father’s words whirl, confuse, belittle ambiguous, at best, attainment remote I am not enough Good, better, best, never let them rest… morning chant – eggs and bacon, (seldom acceptable) served up by an ever-inadequate mother, Father’s criticism whipping, cruel I will never be enough apologize before beginning a wallflower […]
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We sail, determined, and yet, the destination is not of our choosing, charted by memories and the inadequacy of words, language faltering in foreign depths. We are islands, formed out of convenience afraid to open our foundational hatch, face the illicit truth, unwilling to examine the precariousness of our plot, unable to pay the price, prefer […]
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