Nestled in a bed of cushioning green, pristine on the forest floor. Sunlight caresses glittering petals, yet to be dusted by gold. Fleeting spring moment, blanket of colors galore. That magical week.
Five years old, innocent eyes attempting slumber. Distracted by rhythmic pumping from the bedroom closet. Focused on the neon tetras, stripes of cobalt and blood-red flash behind waxy, plastic ferns. Bubbles churn the sound of water in her ears. Sour coffee breath exhales on her skin. Fixated on the macramé basket, knotted hemp, walnut beads. … More Neon Tetras Flash By
The worst type of loss imaginable. Only in their arms a few short days, a lifetime of memories to be cherished in bittersweet agony. They rallied. Friends, family, complete strangers who heard. Bake sales and car washes. Mom and Pop shops donating proceeds earned. The raw, piercing heartbreak a connection even an outsider could relate … More Bittersweet Memories
The skies threatened snow. Breaks of blue broken by the rolling brown-grey of clouds thick with chill. Fleeting rays of gold trickled through the canopies, kissing the barren forest with ephemeral warmth. Moss clutched the sleeping trees, heavy with the weight of winter wet. Blanketing with soggy green, tiny clinging feet. The stillness of the slumbering wood … More Slumbering Wood
Eight years old and perpetually suspended, physical altercations a daily occurrence. The loss of his mother manifesting into something darker, threatening to overtake his young life. He came home to the small black and white bundle curled up on his bed, dark brown eyes pleading for the love they both yearned for. Charlie took the … More Desperate Love
Her pink suitcase was overflowing with “necessities.” A panda bear, a blanket, her toothbrush. Tiny hands struggled to latch the cheap plastic piece of luggage. “I’M LEAVING!” she screamed. “Okay, honey,” her mother replied, not evening looking up from her book. “We will see you soon.” “No! I’m leaving FOREVER!” stomping her foot, furious they didn’t … More Youthful Rebellion
The sunshine was all she needed – fleeting ray of light to warm the building layer of ice. Streaming through whispy branches, it struggled to reach her frigid, chapped cheeks. Deep in the forest she closed her eyes, let the still, the sporadic chirps and rustles be all. Surrounding herself with beauty, the joy that … More Fleeting Warmth
Music drowned her crying. Filled her ears, her chest with the deep bass and soothing melodic tones. She closed her eyes and briefly tried to forget, to allow her body to feel again; therapeutic music massaging her tense muscles as she relaxed and swayed with the beat, letting the words sink in. The pain that … More Therapeutic Melodies
Grey against the green, stark transition of love to hate, peace to rage. She resonated with the sky that day, drastic change in mood, the seasonal shifts so like her own. Mirrored that intensity, the piercing burn of gust chilled emotions slapping her cheeks. Moments later, soothing sensations of a ray of sun, calming the … More Seasonal Shifts
Translucent dusting blankets the moist forest floor, fairy footprints glow.