Tag Archives: Prose

Moving Forward

I never thought something so seemingly easy, could be so difficult. Life goes on, whether you believe you want it to or not, daily routines change and some remain the same. Possessions shift, diminish and grow, like the waxing and waning of the moon, yet it’s something inside that remains the same, grows stagnant andContinue reading “Moving Forward”

19 February 2015

It reaches far beyond intolerance, to something that I’m not even quite sure how to describe. I don’t know if it’s the state of complete and utter self absorption of which the majority of people exist, or that because of it, they aren’t able to see beyond themselves to do anything to help themselves. DoesContinue reading “19 February 2015”

Summer’s End

It was quiet and dark, but for the faint glow of light casting through the open door from the other room. I turned my head and looked toward the windows, saw clearly out into the woods, as if the moon were full, instead of crescent; and I silently wondered as I gazed through familiar branches,Continue reading “Summer’s End”

Something to think about ~

I worked with her for seven years; a pearls and chiffon kinda gal, with matching cardigans all with grosgrain collars. Her hairstyle never varied, and never a hair out of place; whereas mine is a crazy curly mass that won’t be tamed, and could easily turn to dreads given a week without touching. She comesContinue reading “Something to think about ~”

Behind closed doors ~

She sat in the corner of that darkened room long after he’d gone; wine flowed and the candle flickered, shadows matching their rhythm danced wildly across the walls. If she breathed deeply his scent filled her senses, closed her eyes and felt his hungry touch; words poured forth, steady as tears that fell, she conjuredContinue reading “Behind closed doors ~”