The Hurt House

  It belonged to me, partly, for a short time.  The image above, of it reduced to a smoldering heap, atop its cinder block foundation, should make me sad, but doesn't.  Although I sympathize with its current settlers, displaced and robbed of their belongings, I'm glad it's gone.  If I'd been notified while it was a blaze, I…

CRAZED

Amid the wild brush, a façade of dying wisteria exposes her despair. Abandoned, no longer trusted, her covering is forsaken. Hauntings parade her splintering halls. Scorched by the sweltering sun, her shell is falling. Rusted by rains, her crimsoned crown is failing; She weeps on the inside.    Glazed in murk, the portals of her soul…

Gardening 101

Spending the summers rambling under the feet of my precious maternal grandparents, I relished the crash courses in Gardening 101.   Whether tending to their mammoth vegetable garden or planting flowers in the yard, we grandchildren were required to assist, in pulling weeds if nothing else.  Curiously intrigued by their ability to make anything grow, I…

Ashes and Medallions

They sat on my dining room table for months; tucked inside cardboard boxes, Mama and Eric’s ashes filled two plastic bags, secured by silver medallions etched with numbers. Toiling through my grief, I struggled to accept the concept that their lives lay there in boxes. If ashes were all that remained of their existences, I…

The Dirty Deed

Ten days.  Ten, all too short, days I waited before forcing myself to visit Eric.  The charade of going through the motions, standing by his bedside, telling him she's dead, knowing he wouldn't....couldn't respond, unsure if he could hear me, more less comprehend what I would say, was futile.  He already knew. Contemplating a make-shift…