The rain is battering the skylight, and Bess sits close to the radiator, chilled to the bone. Her eyes are glued to her computer, watching the little dot that was Mike moving away from her as she wept. “I’m done,” he’d said. “I’m leaving.” But she couldn’t let him go in weather like this. The rain would turn to ice at any moment. She had to go after him. Bess...
I am a broken person. I was a broken person when you met me, and you were broken, too. I suppose we justified ourselves by saying, we’re so much alike, we have so much in common, we enjoy each other’s company so much. It was only after the fact, once everything fell under the category of “too late” that we realized the weight of our choices, and how our baggage...
Jenny, I am ok. I’m whereI’m supposed to be.I know you must be angryI left, but please,think of me as I waswhen we last kissed. This island is beautiful,you would love it.The palm trees swayin the magic light ofsunrise and sunset, andI think about youevery time the lightkisses the waves ofthis vast oceanI got lost in without you.There was a storm, Jenny,and there was nothingI could do to save myself....
I tried to hurry throughand write a tanka today,but “temporary insanity”is eight syllables long,and I only had space for seven.Some days, I don’tset the bar very highfor this project. Today’s poetry prompts were:hurry, temporary insanity, and the bar. Photo by RealToughCandy.com Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X More Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Email a...
Everyone is thrilled she is coming, and they clamber to get tickets to her show before they sell out. The excitement builds but people start falling. First the banker’s wife, found dead with her ears cut off. “Her EARS?” “Oh, yes.” On opening night, the theatre has many empty seats, yet she sings so beautifully, no one notices she can’t pack a house. By the last night of her show...
