Red's Wrap
Happiness. It's relative.
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Hello Mine
Lying on a plastic sheet, the hair on the back of his head worn away from never sitting or standing up, the blanket of Nicaraguan heat making him small, weak, fatigued, he looked in every direction but at me, his new mother.
Blue Shoe
You could lose your shirt, your heart, your mind, sacrifice your time and your plan, forget your goals and the order of your day, erase what you thought mattered, end the life you have if you decide to adopt someone else’s baby.
Pops
My dad handled everything smoking a cigarette, later a cigar clenched in his teeth. He fixed things with a blowtorch, kept screws in peanut butter jars. When he wasn’t fixing things, he took my mother to the hospital and played the piano.
Lost
I’m sick of his endless tricks. Now this, signifying what? Go? Stop? Worship? Everything about him has become enigmatic, problematic. Don’t you see what’s wrong? I beg for a way out of this tangled forest but he just points to the sky.
Heart like a Stone
From my seat at the table, I could see Marla walking across the courtyard with a young woman, probably her foster care case manager. They were walking fast, in step, almost like they were a couple that might be holding hands except Marla was holding… Continue Reading “Heart like a Stone”
Go See for Me
I can’t go back in there. I know it’s lying there. Maybe it’s alive. I don’t know. When I heard the thump, I ran. I think I saw eyes. I don’t know. If it’s alive, it’s all alone. Alone in that last stall.
Where is It?
Creatures can live in your house and you won’t even know it. Creatures you don’t recognize and couldn’t name if paid. And then there are the many animals and insects that could be in your house, feral, secretive creatures that know how to stay out of… Continue Reading “Where is It?”
Cross Over
This is a story I’ve told before but sometimes, the first time you tell a story, it means one thing and when you tell it again, it means something else. It’s not a big story, no adultery here, no orphaned children. It’s not about… Continue Reading “Cross Over”
The Wish
How can you be sure what she said? She speaks another language. I can tell by how she turns her head, Looks in the direction she wants to go. We would do well to listen to her Her child’s heart knows its home.
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How Competition Makes Me a Better Writer
Posted on December 7, 2014 by Jan Wilberg
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Some of my favorite bloggers right now are the ones competing with me in the weekly writing contests organized by Yeah Write. Yeah Write is a marvelously attractive site, very visual with great weekly challenge questions like ‘how come no one warned me?’ and and this… Continue Reading “How Competition Makes Me a Better Writer”
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