Many Springs

"okee mamee?" she asks and places her tiny hand on my shoulder. My face is on the floor again staring sideways at the sea of brown blond gold carpet listening to the neverending sound of the furnace vibrating through the galvanized vents. "Woof," she barks while jumping to emphasize the sound, proud that she can…

Advertisement

I find these things

on my computer just sitting there waiting to be remembered I vaguely recall writing this but lack of sleep and attention deficit disorder make me wonder which part of me writes these things when I'm half asleep.

Winter Sunshine

The clouds parted I saw rather than felt the sun as the wind blew camouflage to block the light "Ah, winter," I sighed, "when will it end? Each year the season picks its victims and we shut down lacking vitamin D cursing the bitter cold the ache the stiff joints that creak louder each year.…