“Have an opening for a single?” I said. The young, dark-haired assistant golf professional separated from me by a square plastic barrier. He wore a greenish healthcare worker mask. The pro shop appeared like every golf pro shop scattered across planet earth with copious glove, golf balls, and hats, shirts emblazoned with the club logo available for a quick sale. Outside the long horizontal windows the green grass course active with golfers driving white battery powered carts Continue Reading
A Conversation
I have decided to write a series of short stories. I have no idea what will follow or what I’ll create. I hope my friends will forgive me for my creative process and that they ‘might’ become sort of like literary characters. (Maybe) Also, I took off the self imposed expletive filter and I’ll let my thoughts roam free without reservation. This one is about a miscommunication between an older man and a younger woman. The dynamic is classic. Think about it, have you ever liked someone even Continue Reading
The Things You Cannot See
Darkness, I’m sitting inside a room without a view, Air-Conditioning, I sense my face being cooled, Breathe, Oxygen fills my lungs through my nose, Exhalation, Carbon dioxide escapes my mouth, Mindfulness, My naked feet feel the warm carpet, Anxiety, Accepting my life’s uncertainties, Discipline, Deciding I control my thoughts, Hope, My faith that things will all work out for the better, Love, A gentle whisper that my life matters, NS Continue Reading
For My March Friend’s Memory
I know what it feels like to be out of your head. It’s that sensation that behind your eyeballs your mind swims within that viscous senescence being stuff. Sorry, I’m not trying to be fancy, but I think that last sentence is accurate. I’m aging during a pandemic and I don’t know what to think. I don’t have precise thoughts like I typically would. Since we are living within an actual nightmare, the other day at the grocery store staring at the buy-one-get-one-free coffee display, I Continue Reading
A Cup Of Black Coffee
As the years, months, and days go by I realize, It’s not about sex, it’s not about the physical act, It’s wasted, It’s trashed to numb it away, It’s about a feeling, an emotion, it abides the actual truth, The truth that you cannot hide from you, We try to kill it, fear it, and throw it away. Be honest to only you, It’s just you talking inside your head, It’s you talking to you, Don’t be afraid of it, Don’t walk away, Get down on your knees and beg for Continue Reading
Early Monday Morning
The best time to write, to tap into my heart happens early in the mornings just before human activity emerges. Darkness pierced by yellow street lamps dissolves into a humid gray as the sounds from flowing rain waters confirms the summer storms had lashed out during REM sleep. It was not within my imagination during a cold nightmare that lightning cracked and thunder shook just beyond my windows. There is a calmness from watching moisture drip from the shadows of swaying oak Continue Reading
A Welsh 5-Mile Bubble
My Welsh friends are living within a 5-mile radius in Wales. Stephen King could not imagine their reality. The government mandated this 5-mile radius to stop Covid-19 from spreading. (I wonder if anyone gets the “Hey nineteen, that’s Retha Franklin”? A Steely Dan reference… any who…) As Madeline Kahn’s character in Blazing Saddles said, “it’s twue, it's twue.” A movie that in our current societal collective climate could never, ever, be produced again. We can no longer poke fun at Continue Reading
I Love My Sister
I’m lucky, I can write out strings of sentences to express my feelings. If this pandemic, riots, protests and social unrest have taught me anything, it is that self-care is hard. I think as a society we seem to just deaden feelings. Kill the pain. As the Polish proverb, “Not my circus, not my monkeys.” Shun the universe, it is easy to not feel. I suspect many have similar feelings living through this bizarre time. Right? I’m lucky. There is this one person on planet earth… she's had Continue Reading
Triggered
I looked up the definition. Triggered. It is a strange experience to read a textbook definition and realize the words on the page define you. As if I were a vapid child blundering into an active wasp’s nest, you have not a clue that those stings, those barbs, leave behind a lifetime of a slow release venom from the oozing puncture wound. The red swelling had instantly expanded in all directions from the center across the soft skin like a lustful nuclear blast. Eventually, Continue Reading
Love You, My Friend
When moved I create free-formed poems. This is a short 1 minute read... I know the last months and days have shot my anxiety level up into deep space. I tend to get a bit mean and nasty which is not helpful. I am gifted at self-sabotage. I thought this morning what if we could all go back in time and be an innocent child? Thus the photo - that is me from about eight years of age. Check out my bowl cut, innocent face and curious eyes… # Love You, My Friend I would open my heart, Continue Reading