Describe yourself, they say. Make them understand who you are. Use words that paint a picture. Dig deep inside and express your qualities with letters and spaces. Get them to understand you. So, I try. I close my eyes and I dig and dig and dig. In the process, I throw aside the obvious and … Continue reading Mother of Two
Exhale…
Breathe deep... ...hold... ...train wreck through my soul...picking up the pieces...burying the dead... ...spinning...twisting...turning...churning... ...gagging...bitter bile slowly choking...the breath that is chained...between heart and mind... ...stuck...indecisive...unsure which way to go...as the world spins the wrong way...and life goes on... ...exhale.
Memories of a Disenchanted Past – 8
She was a good student, when she wanted to be. Mostly, she was impatient and bored. She didn’t understand why it had to take so long to cover a simple, basic topic. She rolled her eyes in frustration, although it was taken to be brazen. When she learned something she had never known before, she … Continue reading Memories of a Disenchanted Past – 8
Memories of a Disenchanted Past – 7
Their eyes have all fused together, frozen in time. Their mouths, linked by a chain of taunting words, have become one twisted smile, whispering, over and over, “Bad boy, bad, bad boy.” He inhales deeply, and watches the cloud of smoke escape his lungs, washing away the face of the ghost who haunts him. He … Continue reading Memories of a Disenchanted Past – 7
Memories of a Disenchanted Past – Part 6
The reel rolls on. The eraser is thrown at him, again, and he coughs in the cloud of chalk. His ear is pulled, his face is smacked and he is dragged into the hall by a red-faced tyrant. He is sent to the principal to receive more humiliation. The principal drags him from room to … Continue reading Memories of a Disenchanted Past – Part 6
Colloquially Speaking 