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“Morning lady. You ready for the weekend?” “Oh hey Kate,” Grace said as she added cream and Equal to her coffee, “God y..
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Paul leaned forward, hands crossed on his lap. His eyes were wide and pleading. He watched Wendy from across the wide expanse of her desk as she sat,..
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In this life, I have died a thousand
deaths.
There are tiny jabbing deaths and brutal,
crushing deaths.
I died with my father, I died with my
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I sit in soft, late day sun, atop the earthen dam in the recurrent summer of my mind. Looking down the brilliant green, gently sloping hill, I face th..
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I dream of regrets. I dream of nagging echoesthat whisper, "what might have been?"I dream of stabbing pangs of longing. But in my dreams,these regrets..
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I want to be the first ray of sun to warm your face after your long, gray winter. I imagine you, head back, eyes tight, wondering where the Hell I've ..
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You are the cold, sweet tea, with clinking ice cubes, set before me amid the oppressive heat that is my life.
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Sometimes pearls are not CAST before swine, Some pearls GRAVITATE toward swine, and once there, can never, EVER ... manage to roll away.
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Your words soothe the searing pain.They restore trace amounts of self.I wonder if you knew, as these kindwords of encouragement tumbled fromyour finge..
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Sometimes we laugh just to stem the
saline flow,
to slow the throbbing of the grim,
relentless ache.
If I make you laugh, consider it collateral b..
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