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”
Category Archives: Writings
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”
The Sauntering Seven
I’m on I-5 heading south to pick up a water polo team of Muscovy ducklings. Along for the ride is Evelyn, who’s in the backseat playing a dinosaur app on her tablet, and Dave, who’s listening to the Mariners play the Kansas City Royals in the first inning. It’s T-minute 11 minutes until the littleContinue reading “The Sauntering Seven”
Excuse Me, Ma’am
As the first person at a garage sale, you can imagine my excitement at seeing rows of goodies stacked higher than professional basketball players’ heads. Before I’d even exited the car, I’d already eyed a pallet wall hanging I planned on grabbing, I popped out the door before Dave had stopped the car with anContinue reading “Excuse Me, Ma’am”
Great Balls Of Fire
I sift through stories of the day like squinting at a crystal ball; Which to tell, why, and what is their value? I impulsively bought a 4-lb tub of Atomic Fireballs for the office a couple of days ago. Lining the base of my monstera plant are seven of the plastic-covered mini red planet-looking candies,Continue reading “Great Balls Of Fire”
Going On 40 