The cold is in my nose. I can no longer use it to breathe. I open my mouth and the cold pours in. It hits the back of my throat, it penetrates my trachea, and explodes into my brain. I stop, frozen, mid-stride, mid-sidewalk. At first, people flow around me, only cursing the blockage. Soon, … Continue reading Frozen breath
Years that start on Mondays
On the last day of the year, I dreamed of heat. The melting asphalt was soft under my shoes, like walking on an air mattress or a balloon. Something poppable. The thought pricked my brain and I sank, slowly, inch by inch into the black sticky sludge. Too slow. Fear turned to boredom while every … Continue reading Years that start on Mondays
The holiday lie
If I stayed home, my family would disown me.
Standing in line
If you don't hear our laughter does that mean it isn't happening?
you read, therefore I am
Do you know how fast you were going?
You want a dog
I would implode at the first bark.
A house burns. The woman stands on the lawn in a negligent nightgown, screaming for her lost loves. They flutter above the flames, soaring free, swirling with the smoke, unaware of her tears. As the sun rises, the bits and pieces of memory move west, away from the harsh new light. Beneath the welcoming fronds … Continue reading Memory moves
Boredom is waiting
Maybe my life began a long, long time ago but I was just too bored to notice.
How does one maintain focus on a single activity when there is so much to do and see? What if some brilliant new thought is missed? To maintain focus, one must give themselves over wholly to the item at the crosshairs. Commit completely to one idea, forsaking all others. When distractions arise, one must say, … Continue reading Focus