The red light blinks on. Engine overheating. Check AC temperature and raise it. Baking myself inside. Engine still overheating. It’s not going down. Black smoke rises from the hood. I don’t smell it yet. Just the gas. Pull over to the shoulder, hazards on. Turn the engine off. The smoke stops rising. The fan is…
Stuck inside but From the window I see Across the field An orchard, perhaps Green leaves rustle Branches sway Something red amidst the green Cherry or apple? Too far away to tell Just small flickers of color Some fall Saplings sprout around Cherry or apple? Unclear Still just specks of red Always will be red…
Four women stand in a row Each, the same woman Just a different moment In time Some acne Some wrinkles Some dark hair Some gray hair Each have questions Wanting to know What has happened Where are you now? What have we accomplished What are we still waiting for One is in college Finishing another…
Based on a dream.
Too much of the plate Surrender control Let it be taken away Let others help Don’t take it all yourself Focus on the next one, not the one before. Just let it go This is not a failure; this is assistance. This is okay. You will be okay.
This is a chapter from one of my books still in progress. When the novel is published, this chapter will be found in Lost Boy.
Rolling hills of green Gray clouds touch the top of the mountain Varying flowers all in bloom Sheep roaming the fields Clear blue sea just up the way Friendly locals willing to direct Driving on the left side of the street Chilly drizzle weather clears when the sun comes into view Stone structures take one…
Arrival eventually leads to departure Lessons learned through discussion Introduce one’s self to share perspective Friends gained, enemies lost 15 countries present in 70 people Times of prayerful quiet Times of singing and dancing Times of exploring the town below Times of walking through the freezing tide Times of tears and times of laughter Times…
Scheduled from 4 to 7 Arrived at 5 Still awaiting the competition to begin Waves crash against stone Wind bites the skin Rain spits against the face 30 minutes standing Still waiting Fifteen minutes later competition arrives at last Each dive impresses the masses Thousands gathered to spectate Wait between bell and dive drags on…
The biting chill The burning soles Sweating through the chilling wind Up the winding hills The waves echo with each crash Aching toes, aching heels, aching ankles, aching all Down the hill we go Push through, keep going, just a little further For such a beautiful place The walking is a killer