Tag: Life

  • Coffee Shop–1

    Mud-water splashes against my pant legs. In no time they’ll dry, leaving spots of dirt trailing up the material. I despise going anywhere when it rains. Fog beats against storefront windows. The air is humid, melancholy whispers that reduce themselves to leaves as they tap the top of a park bench. It’s nothing special, an…

  • Suburban Dream

    Suburbia is a nap. Not an early evening nap that fades to night and eases into the next morning, but one of those thirty minute cat naps after which the sleeper jolts awake in a state of confusion and spends the remainder of the slow, technicolor day disoriented like ordering a plate of chicken fingers…

  • Who’s Life is it Anyway?

      Sometimes—oh, who am I kidding—most of the time, when you you make life choices that are fulfilling to you, there will be people in your life who feel “hurt” or “angry”. See, it’s like before you are born or even while you’re still a baby, those individuals orchestrate their own idea of what your…

  • Star Medicine

    Confession: I try too hard. Other Confession: I’m a wee bit taken aback that I began a blog post with “Confession”. But, I did. So… Growing up in the rural area of southwest Missouri, I spent a lot of summers watching the evening begin with a few stars speckled throughout the sky like a rainy…

  • Mountains

    I think that before we are born, we help choose the mountain we want to climb during our life—I think we help select our unique path. Some pick the bunny slope, there’s nothing wrong with that. Even bunny slopes have their hang ups, and they will learn and grow regardless. Others pick hills, that’s just…

  • Window Thoughts

      Mom stopped smiling last week. I don’t ask why, the tea kettle blows steam. Music from the top of a glass bottle of Coca Cola. Sometimes, I gotta lick my chapped lips before playing the tune. My tongue scrapes the dry spot I bite off with teeth, it bleeds. Once, she asks how school’s…

  • In Memory Of

      It’s that moment of teetering before ground meets head, shards fly, an internal air raid, sirens. Silent seconds before tornado. No looking back to what was hidden in dirt, or painted grass raking jagged nails through hair, eyes closed through breezes, they open. Wide fields of corn and cows eating corn. Was it soybeans?…