This month has been a sorrowful one for my family. On my birthday (12/12) we lost my grandma. We are gathered together today to celebrate the family we still have and to remember those who came before to teach us the importance of cherishing every moment. Not many can say they got to spend 40Continue reading “Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!”
I was recently discussing a homework assignment with one of my best friends for her English class. The topic was something along the lines of a meaningful memory. Of course, she’s like Spotify without the commercials–everything is a song–so it was no surprise she chose ♫♪ Music ♪♫ for her essay. While we were hashingContinue reading “Feel Good Friday”
I remember being so fearless, I convinced the meanest, most stubborn mare in the world to let me ride her… bareback. (I think I just out-stubborned her). I spent all my time barefoot, running at top speeds down gravel driveways, through pastures of wild daisies, eating Huckleberries and Blackberries right off the bush and conningContinue reading “Born Fearless”
I thought of you again. It happens every once in awhile. You tip-toe into my head when I’m trying to sleep. Beckoning me from the haunted chambers of the past, into those inescapable musings of What If…? What if we’d… … done more than just kissed? Spoke the choking words imprisoned in locked gazes? StoppedContinue reading “Residual Haunting”
He was rickety jazz Blue smoke haze Disjointed hips Bohemian brimmed Fedora Finger slide phantasm The bilateral conjecture Dissipates My memory knew him Passion burnt night Paradoxical lingo Bracketed bourbon smile Sultry spotlight specter The billowing curtain Lingers… …He was rickety jazz ~A.C.M.
When I was growing up, one of our many ‘moms’ used to get all arms-crossed over the chest-like if she asked us how we were doing, and we answered with the typical teenage sigh of “Fine.” You see, in her mind, Fine is an acronym for: Fucked up Insecure Neurotic and Emotional So, we weren’tContinue reading “Once More, With Meaning!”
Black and Blue Corners “Hey!” She called after him, heading in the opposite direction, her feet nearly tripped up. A kind of OCD trying to take hold. She merely picked up her pace. “Hey, you!” Pausing, the man glanced over his shoulder, before coming to a stop. Slowly, he turned to face her, but didn’tContinue reading “Voting Option No. 1”