Thoughts rammed Roy’s mind. He leaned to rest his forehead against the kitchen window. The glass cooled the fire that raged through his head. Reality is here and now. Reality was the girls’ laughter heard from beyond a sheer pane of glass. What about the children? Roy stood at the window and watched his […]
Read moreMy sister asked, “Do you remember that morning at the beach?” How could I forget? A memory of us. Two children lost in fantasy, tiny feet dancing as the ocean kissed the sand. Accidental twins, our small bodies snuggled in white hoodies. “You took a stick and drew a huge circle,” she said, I remember. “I […]
Read moreFathers and Daughters
I’ll cradle you in my arms like a small child sleeping Holding fast to your lost flesh Your once muscular body, feather- weight, gone Your heart beat, silent As I carry your ashes home Where is home? An island, Vancouver, Toronto, Australia? It is anywhere we were, anywhere we are. It is time […]
Read moreAlice Reflects
This is a “flashback” written in “Alice’s” POV. She is in the kitchen, recalls her son. Hope you enjoy reading this passage. ❤ Alice stood in the kitchen and gazed through the window. It was oddly quiet for five o’clock, suppertime. The children from the neighbouring yard were silent. Thank God, she mused. Most afternoons, […]
Read moreA Tribute to a Lady
It used to drive me crazy as a teen. “Tell me what you think, Mom. What should I do?” Mom would set aside her paint brush, focus her dark eyes upon mine and shrug. Her comment was always, “It doesn’t matter what I think; it’s what you think that counts. Think for yourself.” Brush […]
Read moreRetrospection
My lately~ has been retrospective; maybe you can relate. This morning I attacked the basement, cleaning and placing loose photos and memories into their corresponding scrapbooks with hope that one day these bits of memory will be meaningful for family. I came across a memoir of sorts, once tossed into a box, given to me […]
Read moreLove Grows
Winter House created by mixed media artist, Nicholas Brancati This beautiful image created by mixed media artist, Nicholas Brancati~ http://www.nicholasbrancati.com There is a reason that this piece captured my eye and resonated with my heart. Winter House is the inspiration for the following story, Love Grows. Loves Grows is still in draft form; I hope you […]
Read moreBelieve
Long ago, I stood at the window, my small fingers crossed. I prayed for snow to fall. A child who believed that with some divine intervention, she could will the fluffy flakes to float from the heavens above. My hand lifted the iron latch, pushed the window open a crack. I leaned into the space. […]
Read moreStrength in Struggle
Charles grew up working class poor. There wasn’t much money. Emigrating from England with parents and two sisters, settling in a small, bleak town. Land was available and his father saw an opportunity, the chance for more. The land harsh, unforgiving; the family scrapped on. People living off the bleak land didn’t […]
Read moreIt Was Love
Lately I awaken, the dream remnants lingering cast like a veil over form. An unanswered question hovers. Pushed aside, betrayed; shame surfaces. The frightened young woman deep within whispers, I must be flawed, something is wrong with me. The adult reasons, Perhaps not. Perhaps it was as simple as you didn’t fit in anymore. […]
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