• essays35 commented on the post, maestro 4 years, 9 months ago

    Good/average at so much, but master of nothing. Lack of drive? Lack of ability? Lack of focus? What can I do to change?

  • essays35 commented on the post, stillness 5 years, 3 months ago

    Looking up, sunlight streams through the needles of the tree as I inhale the sharp, piney smell of the warmed sap. Dust particles dance through the light–the only movement in the stillness of the late afternoon.

  • essays35 commented on the post, educated 5 years, 3 months ago

    To know how to think and to be willing to share your knowledge and experience with others is to be educated.

  • essays35 commented on the post, hapless 5 years, 6 months ago

    She fell from the pier without a thought, without a plan. One moment the seagulls screeched in her ears; the next moment the roar of an endless, eternal rush resonated in her soul.

  • essays35 commented on the post, pruned 5 years, 6 months ago

    Thoughts cut away with ragged instruments–jagged edges, unclean blades–gone, but the remaining wounds are worse.

  • essays35 commented on the post, wavelength 5 years, 7 months ago

    waves of our hands fall from sight as we move away
    from one another
    lengths of time and space separate us
    until we no longer remember. . .

  • essays35 commented on the post, chosen 5 years, 9 months ago

    When you receive gifts, you are obligated, chosen. You might reject or neglect those gifts because gifts come with responsibilities. Accept both to keep the balance.

  • essays35 commented on the post, himself 6 years, 9 months ago

    He had long ago disappeared into himself. He went through the motions. His teeth were brushed. His mortgage was paid. But the spark of dreams could no longer pierce the heaviness of his life.

  • essays35 commented on the post, ground 6 years, 10 months ago

    Ground cumin and ground beef. Chili on a chilly day. Football blares in the background. Pockets of damp wood pop and sizzle when the flames in the fireplace lick them.

  • essays35 commented on the post, bucket 7 years, 2 months ago

    Pass the buck…the buck stops here…but the buck never seems to stop in our society anymore. There is always someone else that can be left holding the buck. What happened to personal responsibility?

  • essays35 commented on the post, science 7 years, 2 months ago

    Gives us hope, lives us with more questions than answers. . .Kinda sounds like religion, eh?

  • essays35 commented on the post, railroad 7 years, 2 months ago

    I should, I better, I have to, you should, you better, you have to. . .

  • essays35 commented on the post, chills 7 years, 2 months ago

    I dream of chills. Of goose bumps cured by down comforters. It’s 100 degrees outside and chills are a distant dream.

  • essays35 commented on the post, framework 7 years, 3 months ago

    pictures faded yellow–children smiling from the walls—they have their own children now–time stands still in the narrow hallway

  • essays35 commented on the post, brief 7 years, 3 months ago

    life

  • essays35 commented on the post, switching 7 years, 3 months ago

    Long, flowing limbs covered in buds of yellow. The forsythia bush grew underneath the windows. Silent guardians of winter. Bright golden trumpeters of spring. Stinging reminders not to break the rules of the […]

  • essays35 commented on the post, emptying 7 years, 3 months ago

    I am empty. I have little left on the inside. No energy, no hope, no faith. Just one foot in front of the other to get through another day. When all is gone, will there be a renewal or an abyss?

  • essays35 commented on the post, study 7 years, 10 months ago

    Looking at you. Sleeping. I can love you. Now. You have dreams when you sleep. I have hope when you sleep. There your choices can’t hurt me.

  • essays35 commented on the post, left 7 years, 10 months ago

    “Left foot, left foot, left foot, right. Feet in the morning and feet at night.” I love having older children, but I miss Dr. Seuss days.

  • essays35 commented on the post, prints 7 years, 10 months ago

    Smeared black powder covers the living room. The thief has fled. The police are gone. I’m left alone to clean up the mess.