An introverted gamer teen desires family time, to feel connection. And love. She takes off her shoes and follows grandma through the sand, carrying chairs and umbrellas close to water's edge, smiling, even though today is not a day for swimming. She sits in a chair as sand blows into her every crease and crevice.… Continue reading Fish Out of Water
Hollow (for Marianne)
Orders come, friends move they leave me behind again tears and breathing cease.
Tucker (a vignette)
A young man brings a black curly-haired four-month-old puppy to the beach. He throws a tennis ball across the white mounds and the pup runs after it, bringing it back slobbery and full of sand. The young man throws it toward the water. The pup runs after it, but stops abruptly at water's edge, prancing… Continue reading Tucker (a vignette)
The Question
What does God see when He looks at me? Is He proud of me? How could He be? Good is what I want to be, but I mostly only see the weak inside of me. He must be able to really see so much more in me, for how much he loves me has truly… Continue reading The Question
Mandy and Renee Meet Boofer Strang (a Short Story)
Boofer Strang beat the drum. Candles flickered from the wind the drumbeats created. Mandy giggled as she held her friend's hand waiting for a spirit to visit. She and Renee had come to New Orleans to soak up the atmosphere. Mandy had read many books that described hot steamy nights and a dark occult side… Continue reading Mandy and Renee Meet Boofer Strang (a Short Story)
Herb (a Name Poem)
Holding strong and green in your pot, Ever scenting up the patio, Ready for clipping, cooking and baking Bursting flavors upon the tongue.
Smelly Devices
Isn't it interesting how our sense of smell doesn't get much attention? We live in a world full of beauty and ugliness, hushed and obnoxiously loud sounds, soft and hard feels, superb and horrific flavors, and delicious or stinky odors. Well, I am paying more attention to those stinky odors nowadays, and am grateful for… Continue reading Smelly Devices
A Military Life (a Haiku)
Moving all around New friends, home, school, church, neighbors Missing permanence.
Dawn Marie Paul 