• Finch commented on the post, poison 7 years, 9 months ago

    I thought I was clever, avoiding a shower and just wiping off using a rag and the water faucet. But when I felt the sting on my foot, as the poison entered my blood stream, I knew my mistake. Fire ants swarmed over my foot, and as I scrambled to get them off they put […]

  • Finch commented on the post, deer 7 years, 9 months ago

    In one second, that deer made a jump for it and in that one second I couldn’t turn the wheel far enough or push the breaks hard enough. In that one second, I felt my heart sink, because I already knew in that one second, I lost my son sitting next to me.

  • Finch commented on the post, succeed 7 years, 9 months ago

    So, on my mission trip to Peru, a lot of the young missionaries got constipated just from the change and food. Going poop was so rare that it became known as “SUCCESS” to go poo. Now I can never hear the word success, or even succeed, without thinking it and all the amazing things that […]

  • Finch commented on the post, cigarette 7 years, 10 months ago

    I sit on the back porch, overlooking the lake with the quaint house and rocky mountains behind me. Grandma, grandpa, and mom and dad work in the kitchen on dinner. I sit with Uncle while he pollutes the fresh Colorado air with his cigarette.

  • Finch commented on the post, mean 7 years, 10 months ago

    I didn’t mean it when I said you were pretty. I didn’t mean it when I said you were smart. I didn’t mean it when I said you were better than me. I was just too scared, and you were simply too mean.

  • Finch commented on the post, maroon 7 years, 10 months ago

    Maroon spilled from his mouth, and mingled on the floor with the tears that came from his now unseeing eyes.

  • Finch commented on the post, cast 7 years, 10 months ago

    Sitting on the dock, with the sun burning my legs despite grotesque amounts of sunscreen, I was very happy. Aunt cast her line and started to reel furiously. Excited we stood up to see what she caught… nothing. The line was caught.. As she pulled and tugged fruitlessly, the wind picked up, grabbed her beach […]

  • Finch commented on the post, belief 7 years, 11 months ago

    “I believe what I believe, it’s what makes me what I am…”
    I always sang along to this rockin’ Third Day song, but only recently did the true meaning hit me. A firm declaration of faith — something a bit intimidating to casually sing about.

  • Finch commented on the post, smile 7 years, 11 months ago

    It crept in. I didn’t mean to let it show. But it did. After months of long distance phone calls It crept in. Maybe it had been there in every smile and laugh but this time she saw it. I had meant to hold off till the perfect time, and apparently that was now. In […]

  • Finch commented on the post, embraced 7 years, 11 months ago

    It has been months — almost a year and now our reunion is a mere week away. After surviving on lengthy phone conversations, sweet letters in the mail, and the occasional video chat for so long, I cannot begin to imagine what that long expected embrace will feel like.

  • Finch commented on the post, rise 7 years, 11 months ago

    Clawing, creeping, crawling, we will rise. We are not the things you see in the movies, or the things you shoot in the video games. We are not the lumbering stupid giants you wish we were. We are your worst nightmare — the living dead.

  • Finch commented on the post, forgetting 7 years, 11 months ago

    He keeps forgetting. Every day I visit and say the same things, tell the same stories, and answer the same questions. Every day I show him the same garden and sit on the same bench, and every day he keeps forgetting. He forgets the stories, the questions, the garden, the bench, and me. He keeps […]

  • Finch commented on the post, painted 7 years, 11 months ago

    When she first headed West, her hand was guided by a strong man, the home stable and quaint, and her face clean, innocent, and hopeful. Now, her hand is pulled by shameless men, the house is crowded and a cesspool, and her face is a carefully painted mask.

  • Finch commented on the post, sideburns 7 years, 11 months ago

    I like being a girl. Dressing up, sun bathing, squealing, screaming, girl talks, sleep overs — a few of the things I love about being a girl. However, I do, occasionally, wish I could have sideburns.

  • Finch commented on the post, despair 7 years, 11 months ago

    I’ve been there. And yes, it is a hard, dark, sour, cold place. But, one thing it is not is impossible. No matter how long in that hole you stay there is hope, even though you can’t if you can’t see it.

  • Finch commented on the post, mint 7 years, 12 months ago

    Mint filled the air as the words spilled out of the officer’s mouth. I am not sure that they had lights on, or even if he wore a uniform. But I know he smelled so strongly of sweet mint, as he played the grim reaper in the middle of the night.

  • Finch commented on the post, domestic 8 years ago

    A little kitten plays on the rug, while two children tumble nearby. A mother, with a tolerant, but mildly annoyed smile, and chastises the children while also offering a treat. The modern dad enters the scene, hugs his wife then kids, and they all sit down the to dinner. The perfect domestic scene.

  • Finch commented on the post, tempted 8 years ago

    I am tempted; tempted to use one of my secret weapons. You all think I am a goody-two-shoes because I don’t swear, because I don’t through those words into daily conversation. You are wrong. I am just waiting, waiting, waiting; waiting to catch you all off guard and to put a stop in your mouth […]

  • Finch commented on the post, forgotten 8 years ago

    I stare at the page, numb with fear and worry. A glance at the clock confirms my fears, I am running out of time, and still the blank page leers at me. I can’t remember how to solve this page. All I learned is now forgotten.

  • Finch commented on the post, wasteland 8 years ago

    When you are gone, what will be left? How can you leave us, unsure of who will fill your spot? What if they can’t do it justice? What if they are a hypocrite? What if they just don’t get it? Don’t get us? What if we turn into a wasteland? Don’t leave.