The Early Worm
Our grandchild awaits. We’re waiting too! Oh my. What are the chances that babies even happen??? HAHA. My ears burnas the world turnsto discerna patternthat music earnswhen it learnsof font kernsthat overturnVan Cliburna piano churnthat upturnsa smile downturnedwhen the butter churnburnsto spurnthe early worm.It’s their turnto get the bird.
Where Are You From?
I am from the stars. Dust. Silver-striped meteorites blown to bits by a goddess’s rage at being shunned by her lover. He left in the middle of the night the day before yesterday in cosmic time, which could have been before the earth existed. Or it could have been a second ago. I am from the beach. Sand. Washed ashore with kelp around my waist, starfish nibbling at my toes. My scalp teems with tiny organisms that lived there until now. They try to scamper back to the salty sea, yet their microcosmic feet tangle in my hair. I am from the mountains. Rock. From high...
A Book Review
The Fortune Teller by Gwendolyn Womack My rating: 5 of 5 stars I loved "The Fortune Teller." I won't tell you how it ends, but I was hooked from the first page. I liked the main character, Semele, because she was almost as much in the dark as we were, which made her discovery all the more satisfying. I was intrigued by the Tarot cards, impressed by the research, and enthralled by the mystical feel on each page. There was a tinge of foreboding, as we don't find out the identity of the enigmatic "VS" person until almost the end,...
Kindness
[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="525"] Pexels.com[/caption] Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle. ~ Plato Kindness. What is it? Is it a thing? No. It's an attitude. Or an aptitude. Kindness is something we have or we don't. But if we don't have it naturally, it's hopefully something we can learn. It can be one of those things you learn at home. Your mom and dad might have been kind. Or not. We have some much baggage from our families, don't we? I know I do. We take the good things and mistrust them. We take the...
Boardwalk
Steven took my hand and looked into my eyes. “Trust me, Heidi, I know where the car is for sure this time.” I saw the beads of sweat on my brother’s forehead and knew in that instant that he was still guessing. I hated him for how forgetful he was. He had just started driving last week. Our parents were stupid to let us out alone. [caption id="" align="alignleft" width="402"] Photo by Robert Stokoe on Pexels.com[/caption] As we walked along the boardwalk at our city's beachside amusement park, I could see the Ferris wheel turning in slow motion in the...