Category Archives: prose

An Invitation

I gaze at my reflection in the park pond. Tiny ripples distort my face. A backdrop of pink cherry blossoms creates a serene scene, though my internal reflection is anything but. I had hoped that a morning walk in the park would lift my mood. The first warm day after a long and brutal winter.Continue reading “An Invitation”

Buried Heads

Heads neatly tucked inside ourselves. Denial is our enemy; distractions are our downfall. We are soldiers neatly lined in formation, blindly following those whose heads are buried even deeper than our own. Where can we find light in this never-ending shade? It starts with a simple question. I steal furtive glances among my associates andContinue reading “Buried Heads”

Boughed Heads

An aimless wanderer who knows not her destination. The trees sense her pain, bowing their heads in unison. They offer the young woman shelter; protect and guide her. They show her that she may find light in the darkness. When she is ready, they lift their branches skyward and point to the stars. They rustleContinue reading “Boughed Heads”

Naughty Maps

Uncle Charlie was a navigator, but the maps locked in his office weren’t  just charts to his next destination. The Caribbean was his backyard.  He knew every island by name and coordinate.  When my uncle died, my cousins and I entered the secret world of his office. My cousins sorted through trinkets and treasures whileContinue reading “Naughty Maps”

Moss-Covered Secrets

I have secrets!  You don’t believe me?  Of course not.  I am a model citizen after all.  I check each of the boxes: A successful career, a lovely family, wonderful friends…  Nobody suspects the darkness within, nor sees the weight of the burdens I carry.  I don’t believe that speaking of such things is beneficialContinue reading “Moss-Covered Secrets”

One Sweltering Day

It is a sweltering day.  I had expected to be inundated with calls requesting taxi service, but my phone remains silent.  Why walk in such scorching heat?   While I generally believe that every day unfurls as it must, the need to put food on the table requires action.  Perhaps I will  drive through theContinue reading “One Sweltering Day”

One Misty Morning

I decided to do some bird watching along the shore of a local lake.  It was the perfect time of year to photograph migrating birds.  I meandered along the lake trail.  It was an eerily quiet morning.  The absence of birdsong was evident.  I approached the lake and watched the steam rise from its calmContinue reading “One Misty Morning”