Writings – Page 124 – Going On 40

The Juice

I had a visitor arrive at our cabin, my cousin, who’s being smoked out of her house due to wildfire pollution. I didn’t have time to write; therefore, the writing exercise I did earlier will have to suffice. Time stops on June 17, 1994. “Girls, get in here.” The authoritative tone shivers me to dropContinue reading “The Juice”

Hush Little Baby

I’m unsure what to write about: My lackluster job at being a duck mom? The new couple I’m working with? Our trip to the ocean in the morning? Or something else. I can hear a murmur of “Mary Had A Little Lamb” sung by Dave one room over. I’m writing, yet slightly annoyed it’s takingContinue reading “Hush Little Baby”

Reflections: A Poem

Under the streaked window and the dust-bunnied cracks are the streams of light that come from staring too long; the whisps drawing across the room like a megaphone. A standstill in a game of tug-a-war. A glimpse in the mirror. For free, the advice I give. I nod off, “Leave a tip on the counter.”Continue reading “Reflections: A Poem”

Recklessly Responsible

I’m in the lazy river period of my life; I barely need to flick a finger to steer myself on track. No whitewater rapids. No sudden drops or jagged rocks. Just sit back and enjoy the scenery. I’m patting my mouth from a nice, long yawn; without the bumps, shoots, and unexpected chaos, what’s theContinue reading “Recklessly Responsible”

Wielding Wizardly Ways

We’re in Seattle, driving up and down city streets, looking for a place to park. At one time, I knew secret free spots, but the city’s upped their game and has installed a shit ton of signage that blocks me. We’re parked half a mile from Climate Pledge arena; a $3.89 street parking price tagContinue reading “Wielding Wizardly Ways”

A Rat In A Cage

I’m reaching for something out of reach. The madness of it sends me into fits of despair. Are you there? I’m alone. But I thought you were near. It wrings my stomach like a wet towel. I’ve given my all, and what’s left is sour milk. I spit. I’m no longer me but an artificialContinue reading “A Rat In A Cage”

The Ol’ Ball Game

I need to write something, but I want privacy with my thoughts tonight. I wish I had the option like in the olden days when radio broadcasters played their greatest hits while on vacation. Usually, I’ll write poetry to hide out in or write something fictional to play in a world of my own creation.Continue reading “The Ol’ Ball Game”

Elevating Moo Sick

I’m licking my wounds from a bruised ego. The one-two punch of believing I didn’t matter and feeling unimportant stunned me, and I stumbled to the left and then to the right before falling into a heap on the floor. Rejection is hard, especially when it comes from myself. Do I eat a root beerContinue reading “Elevating Moo Sick”

Knight My Fire

I am a giant baby that won’t take a pacifier, a nappy change, or a bottle without spitting them out or soiling them up. I don’t know what to do with this tangled knot of apathy, discouragement, and overly responsible feelings except to hide it away in a deep, dark cave. The dang thing aboutContinue reading “Knight My Fire”

Too Busy: A Poem

I wanted to write with lightning bolts from the darkest clouds; ink ran dry. I desired to blaze the boldest trail in the thickest snags; clippers are rusty. I craved an exotic mushroom dish in uptown Manhattan; stuck in an elevator. I want to twirl my dress in the air with outstretched arms and eyesContinue reading “Too Busy: A Poem”