I didn’t realise what a manipulative, selfish old cow my mother was until I was in my late teens. That’s why I’m always upset when people compare me to her. We used to go to Grandma’s to stay over Christmas. On arrival, mother would greet everyone like long lost friends, air-kissing her way around the family and gushing about how much she’d missed them even though she never mentioned them from one year ‘til the next. Immediately after this charade, she’d go to her room claiming she had a headache. This left me and dad downstairs to help with peeling a mountain of potatoes and Brussels...
Cock, the barn’s official rooster, suddenly shatters the still, dark, smelly chill of early morning. Suddenly, even the pond and forest nearby was making a fuss. A chattering squirrel started a feud with a family of nearby blue jays.
Again and louder, as though quality was volume, he rang out. “Rrrrooooo! Ooo-oooh,”
The sheep in the barn, who were affectionately nicknamed “The Counting Sheep” owing to their leader, Sheep 420’s odd habits following the alfalfa-fertilizer accident, were nervous and easily woken, especially 420.
“Here, Scooter! You are adorable when you overeat! Good boy!” said a little freckled, messy girl with bed-head in pajamas, holding a half-empty glass of orange juice in her hand, to the golden retriever seated in front of her. He sat next to his little pet pig who was equally interested in what was going on.
She tosses Scooter another biscuit.
“Woof!” Scooter catches it mid air, chewing energetically.
i woke up this morning and the sea was on my doorstep the sea was on my doorstep the sea was on my doorstep yet my flat is on the second floor so i looked out my window to the town below as the house is part way up a steep hill but there was nothing but ocean and now that ocean, was on my doorstep but hadn't yet entered my flat i could hear no noise, or voices just the shrill of seagulls i switched on the radio but had no electric and my laptop was old, and had no battery life i had my mobile, and wished i'd...
Dmeshii looked at a rebroadcasted female news reporter interviewing the black man. He lifted the remote control from off the table and increased the volume. He glanced around the condominium at several of his posted men.
“Do any one of you know who this black man is?”
Everyone looked at one another.
“Boss, this is the second time I have seen him on television. He is someone who works for the FBI.”
Dmeshii palmed his chin.
“Do we have a location on a Mr...” Dmeshii looked...
They cross into the Powwow zone where buttered blue corn on the cob melts on the tongue like the pretzels whose buttery softness they lick at the magnolia state fair in June when one is all they can afford. John shadows Marsha beyond the Great Sun’s mound to an abandoned mound, a small elongated mound, covered with weeds, and crumbling away after centuries of neglect. Marsha says, “You’ve told me that you love me like your wife and that is enough.” Marsha gets fidgety again and takes him touring the park to a...
White marbled floor cools my feet, my cover drags behind me the light weight on back doesn't. The suns warmth meets my skin when that thin cover drops... My sensitive wings absorb it all spreading out My white gold flecked wings that take me to that sun, my sun... I step into that pool of stars letting it consume my body. Every inch of me greets the stars...my sisters and brothers of futures, past, and now. There's a current in this pool. I let it take me.
Having that dream that I just made up, But it already happened. I know it did. Is it a memory coming back to me? Why do I think of these things? Its all so distant that dream... You were there I saw you..... ...No I felt you... then you were gone. I was falling. I cried for your comfort again. I prayed for the stars again. I prayed for moon and sun. But they were no longer there to show me the way. I was pushed over that ledge... Then there was nothing... No its just a dream.