He was down on one knee with the open box in his hand, looking at me, confused.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“Bobby, it’s me. What do you mean?”
He looked at the shimmering ring in his hand and snapped the box closed as he stood.
“I don’t know what’s going on here, but I don’t know you.”
“Excuse me, dear, where am I?” a woman asked.
Everyone in the room looked scared and confused but me.
What magic is this, what evil?
I was inches away from everything I wanted, but he forgot … Read the rest
What are your biggest challenges?
Finishing what I start.
That was one of the easiest questions I’ve had to answer in quite a while.
Surely, no one has noticed, but this morning I posted a poem on my website for the 68th day in a row. I have been following prompts by my favorite living poet, Maya Stein, and with only 22 days left in this 90 day project, I am very confident that I will finish it.
I haven’t missed a day and cheated even once, and for that I am proud, but I want to do more.… Read the rest
You always take care of the dirty dishes. Always. I can’t remember the last time my hands slid in slimy, sudsy soap water. You always take the trash out. You always bring things down to the storage space so I don’t have to go down the scary stairs full of cobwebs. We were so close to making it, but not close enough. I’ll never know what glue I was missing that could have kept you here, but I think I was the one lacking, and I will blame myself for everything until my last breath. I’m taking the jump from … Read the rest
