“What do you want from me? This is just the way it is! We both have jobs and can still barely afford anything. We work all the time and barely see each other. What do you want from me?”
“I miss you, I just wish you would come with us once in a while.”
“Why would I want to do errands with you on our one day off?”
“I just want to spend more time with you.”
“Well, I just want to relax.”
So she bundled up the kids in the back and left, … Read the rest
What is the greatest gift someone could give you?
When we had our family Christmas, Bobby told me that he had something special coming for me, but it hadn’t arrived yet. I’d have to wait a little while.
I’m not a big gift lover, I mean, I love gifts, but I’m not going to get annoyed if one doesn’t come for me.
But then the mail came yesterday and he brought me a big, slim package.
It’s a copy of a 1961 edition of LOOK Magazine in which my grandfather was profiled and interviewed about his time as a submariner … Read the rest
She sat on the kitchen floor with her back to the counter, panting.
The flour was dancing around her like snowflakes. Her blood and cake batter was staining the cold tiles but she had no energy to get up.
The business end of her wooden spoon was stuck in her husband’s right ear, and she knew when she pulled it out the mess would only grow.
But she needed to finish her cake before the police came to take her away.
Then again, she thought, once they tasted some of her cake, they may just have a slice and leave.… Read the rest
The frequency
with which you hurt me
surprises me still.
I really put up
with all that
for so long?
I have a
dilemma of self,
because now,
who am I
without you?
I’m the girl
that keeps going,
nose to grindstone,
making the grade,
getting her heart broken
every single day.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: frequency, dilemma, and making the grade.
Photo by Deepak Gupta on Unsplash
Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you?
Certainly my play with words is the biggest form of play in my life and always has been since childhood.
Even in adulthood, it’s weird being one of those people who genuinely means it when they say their favorite things to do are read and write. That’s me!
I’d also rather stay inside than go out at any given time, an 80% indoor girl, I’d say.
But I don’t mind being the quiet dreamer who stays in and spins stories after sucking them down as fast as I … Read the rest
It looks so small from up here, but I know if I were down in those streets it would feel endless. The maze of metal and glass, the spires and speeding cabs, the cacophony of it all bringing me to life.
But I don’t belong here anymore, I feel too old for the speed and chaos, too tired. Once I danced to pulsing music under flashing lights and felt invincible. Now I go to work and go home and feel invisible.
But, you will find there’s some life in me yet if you can … Read the rest
The fight’s gone out of me, taken flight.
You’re here but not here, you’re there and gone.
I’m left empty, and why not? I deserve it.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: empty, flight, and why not?
Photo by Adil Sattarov on Unsplash
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
