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Good/average at so much, but master of nothing. Lack of drive? Lack of ability? Lack of focus? What can I do to change?
» Posted By essays35 On 11.30.2014 @ 3:22 pm
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.
» Posted By essays35 On 05.31.2014 @ 8:18 am
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.
» Posted By essays35 On 12.01.2012 @ 3:45 am
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.
» Posted By essays35 On 11.06.2012 @ 3:08 am
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?
» Posted By essays35 On 07.09.2012 @ 4:17 am
Gives us hope, lives us with more questions than answers. . .Kinda sounds like religion, eh?
» Posted By essays35 On 07.06.2012 @ 6:53 am
I should, I better, I have to, you should, you better, you have to. . .
» Posted By essays35 On 07.04.2012 @ 7:11 am
I dream of chills. Of goose bumps cured by down comforters. It’s 100 degrees outside and chills are a distant dream.
» Posted By essays35 On 07.01.2012 @ 7:03 am
pictures faded yellow–children smiling from the walls—they have their own children now–time stands still in the narrow hallway
» Posted By essays35 On 06.18.2012 @ 4:44 am
» Posted By essays35 On 06.13.2012 @ 4:37 am
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 house. Yellow buds fall upon raised red welts.
» Posted By essays35 On 06.12.2012 @ 4:22 am
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?
» Posted By essays35 On 06.05.2012 @ 6:48 am
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.
» Posted By Essays35 On 11.23.2011 @ 7:09 am
“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.
» Posted By Essays35 On 11.16.2011 @ 2:15 am
Smeared black powder covers the living room. The thief has fled. The police are gone. I’m left alone to clean up the mess.
» Posted By Essays35 On 11.10.2011 @ 3:29 am
Why do we spend our lives trying to get to the top, when in the end we are all underground together?
» Posted By Essays35 On 11.03.2011 @ 3:44 am
What did you learn? It can come out of the blue in a single clear moment of clarity or it can lay down gently at your side like an old friend coming home.
» Posted By Essays35 On 11.02.2011 @ 2:59 am
blood and screams of injustice spurt above the cacophony
» Posted By Essays35 On 10.29.2011 @ 5:01 am
Still it wasn’t what we had planned, but it turned out okay. The days were harder, but we were meeting our obligations.
» Posted By Essays35 On 10.28.2011 @ 3:51 am
Swooping and twirling, the water-soaked mop dances over the grease spatters, cleaning the floor as supper burns on the stove.
» Posted By Essays35 On 10.27.2011 @ 3:53 am
The dog sprang into action as the boys ran through the house. Instinct took over and she was quickly at their heels, nipping and yipping in an attempt to guide them.
» Posted By Essays35 On 10.26.2011 @ 3:33 am
Mashed potatoes with gravy, Stephanie’s quilt, chocolate brownie, mother’s arms, and children’s love
» Posted By Essays35 On 10.23.2011 @ 9:05 am
Love one another. Treat others the way you want to be treated. Walk a mile in someone else’s shoes. Don’t always look to be the exception to the rule.
» Posted By Essays35 On 10.22.2011 @ 3:55 am
I don’t understand why you have to leave right this minute.
I can’t be late; my parents really don’t like that.
I don’t like you leaving now.
» Posted By Essays35 On 10.21.2011 @ 3:50 am
Television blaring in the kitchen. I go and turn it off. Suddenly from the living room the sounds of artillery shells exploding. I turn the television back on and go quietly back to my bedroom.
» Posted By Essays35 On 10.17.2011 @ 5:50 am
Puddled on the floor like discarded clothes tried on in a hurry—Needing to find the perfect fit before your date arrives.
» Posted By Essays35 On 10.16.2011 @ 4:42 am
Looking for clues. Looking for a way out. Looking for a way forward. Keen eyed–tuned in–on the look out.
» Posted By Essays35 On 10.14.2011 @ 12:57 pm
I know how you feel. How can I help you? Let me share this burden with you.
» Posted By Essays35 On 10.13.2011 @ 2:04 pm
Ironing room. Where Mama spent her evenings–after supper was served and the kitchen was cleaned. A self-imposed exile of crisp shirt collars and a haze of spray starch.
» Posted By Essays35 On 10.10.2011 @ 2:59 am
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The milk drips off the granite countertop, and the back door stands open–an unspeaking sentry of the violence.
» Posted By Essays35 On 10.08.2011 @ 12:03 pm