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…

NESTING

  The youngest of two sons moved out today, from underneath my wing, where I've held him close for 19 1/2 years, leaving behind a clichéd empty nest and a massive void rapidly filling with uncertainties. "He'll be okay" I keep telling myself, "he'll be with his big brother, they will both be okay." My…

2:21

"Might as well have a cup of coffee" I concede, slothing to the kitchen.  Nestling into the recliner, I swaddle with a homemade crocheted blanket, and take a moment to give thanks for the hands that crafted it, wondering if she too was courting the night when she made it.  My infatuation for the stillness of these wee…

Bully’s Little Girl

Displaced from a second failed marriage, I slinked back to my parents' home, with two sons, taking a front row seat to Tony's distress and ultimate decease on New Year's Eve night of that year.  The holidays tiptoed in the background, outshone by his demise. Contrary to previous anticipations, I didn't revel in the spectacle.…

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…