Semi-Daily Scribbles

Memories

Memories made in the month of August are filed away for a winter's day. Heat pricking the backs of my legs will be sorely missed when the chill wind attempts to carve its mark in my flesh. Animals will have gone to ground, or curled up...

Narrow

Gary's lineman-sized body, which he didn't do a whole hell of a lot to keep in shape, would not fit through the window for very long. His goal was folding in on itself, and the moment Gary'd carved out of leftover dreams, and good old-f...

Pink

Flowers were dear, and the household budget tight as a drumhead. Ada believed if one were to spend money on bringing the outdoors in, petals had to be a particular shade of raspberries in cream. Anything else would be a waste of money. ...

Wipe

Charles did the best he could to wipe away the smeared edges of memories that would not dovetail. There were gaps and odd thoughts and dangling threads in the history Charles put down on paper every night, but he had to finish his story...

Quench

Green-eyed or otherwise. What a taskmaster you are. Throat burns. Perched on my shoulder. Slurred suggestions sound better and better with the right tonic. JealousPossessiveCovetous Nothing short of overflowing can quench the nee...

Cordate

a box of cold blue steelsleek and keylesslocks are uselessthe flame's gone outeasy to hearthe restless rustleinside cordate shapesskip a beatdemand releasedesires die in timemanufactured memories spell quick relief

Shard

One syllable to describe what is left of compassion. Humility. A thin-sliced memory. Bloody shreds of decency left scattered for the crows' feast. Monuments eventually crumble into pocket-sized souvenirs. Hold that shard of humanity clo...

The Quickest Route

Small town eyes have cleared over the years and teenage obsessions have turned into 9-to-5 nightmares. Incidentally, did you know dreams are a lazy way of saying, I have a story to tell? What we already know is the quickest route to bor...

Camera Shy

It's hot today, but you always did like a good soak in the sun. It's been a year since I was able to scratch your chin and tell you it was too early for supper. We can feel you roam about the house, taking head count as you move from ro...

Performance

Hey Phil, I don't care you are a forerunner on the Fake News front. Good on ya, I say. You made a few coins, picked up a loyal batch of readers, and pulled one over on those who thought they picked up a few IQ points reading your hinter...