Cerberus Takes a Vacation

Keep open your eyes. Don’t blink. Don’t sleep. The thunder is going to roll; Cerberus is going to leave, and all of Hades is going to come forth. But you’re not granted new eyes and ears, to close them when you please; your forefingers can’t stop what you need to hear. You’re granted only a... Continue Reading →

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Two Trees

The trunk cracked and burned; the strike went all the way into the roots. The burn seared skin closed, from the top of the sky reaching limbs to the bark covered toes crawling along the mulch. The rain calmed the little critters. First the squirrels came back, then the birds to rest on branches since... Continue Reading →

NaPoWriMo – Day 30

I have stood at the sink and looked into the mirror. Reflecting back a beautiful face, haloed by dark clouds and lightning strikes illuminating tears falling in a bowl of tempered glass. I have walked away and not forgotten what I've seen, except that I've opened my mouth, making my convictions as worthless as a... Continue Reading →

NaPoWriMo – Day 29

I wanted to tell a story for fifty two weeks, so I began in the beginning. Describing worlds, lights, plants and trees, I painted a picture of all of these. I told of the characters. How there were many! Of two legged and four legged, scaled and winged, of drama and conflict and wars aplenty.... Continue Reading →

NaPoWriMo – Day 27

A life can’t be built on anger. It’s heartbeat and source can’t be drawn from a shallow well of pain and indignation and swearing off your enemies to damnation. I’m no stranger to walking that road, surviving off of the poison of bitterness held, withering slowly into a prepared grave, shrinking into a shell day... Continue Reading →

NaPoWriMo – Day 26

I want to run to you, embrace you, grab your face in the palms of my hand, look you in the eyes and whisper, “I know.” I’ve had my face held by too few palms, though the blows I’ve received by (un)spoken words I wear hidden in my heart, healing over the years in a... Continue Reading →

NaPoWriMo – Day 24

Nostalgia took him by the hand. Their fingers interlaced; they strode side by side. The cousin of dreams walked a man into rooms lined with dust-covered treasures. She has no form, only function. That isn’t to say she can’t touch you, though it’s typically at the least expected junction, one place you know well; sometimes... Continue Reading →

NaPoWriMo – Day 22

Should I write to you or about how the question affected me? Maybe I should write about you, though that seems like a laughable waste of time. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was on the shore that day; I overheard him say, “Do you love me more than these?” and then the response you’d expect. I moved a... Continue Reading →

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