Monthly Archives: July, 2013
Crushed
One small flower, pressed in the pages of a large old book, falls out gently into my lap. Crushed flat by time and the weight of the pages enfolding her, she’s now merely a remnant of the life and beauty she once held. Color faded, brittle and crumbling–yet someone once thought enough of her to …
Most Agreeable
Day camp. Adler Park. Summer of 1973. I can’t tell you if it lasted two weeks, four weeks, or six weeks. I can tell you it felt like years and taught me a painful truth about my value in the hierarchy of my peers; a truth that has been hard to shake. I was ten …
Dust
Greeted, needed, he moves around the room, Each requires a piece, just a very small piece, As they chip away the lining of his enormous heart, Not one sees the resulting holes. Please help, do this, be here, don’t leave, His gift becomes his curse, How can they not see the toll it takes? …
The ripple effect
Though my shoe barely made contact with it, down rolled the stone from the walking path into the pond this morning. I never even saw the stone, just felt my shoe brush against it while in mid stride. Down to the water’s edge it travelled and, upon entering the pond, made its presence known by …
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