Beginnings
I once pushed myself to write a poem for every day of the year. Many were forced, obviously. Sometimes I had to write a few at once to make up for the days I wasn’t able to write. But I … Continue Reading
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J.W. Richmond
Stolen
I could only ever take gleanings from your reserve – clippings from the growth you threw away. You had it in excess and I was drowning. So I stole a piece of me from you. … Continue Reading
Monkeys*
The room seemed to be waiting too. Walls were painted, pictures of swinging monkeys were hung. Dresser, changing table and an empty crib – they waited. She stood in the doorway for what felt like hours, but it was probably … Continue Reading
Chased
The inflicted torment would ease, my restraints be released, if the shadows that stalk me would disappear – A clear purpose in place of fear as they blur in the cement and … Continue Reading
Mistakes
“I never make the same mistake twice.” – Anne Anne of Green Gables, Lucy Maud Montgomery ‘I’ll never make the same mistake No, never, never, never’ – “The Wind,” Cat Stevens I wish I could say I never … Continue Reading
Plug
What do you do to plug yourself in – recharge? It is a (seemingly) simple, valid question that should have a simple answer. (Right?) I hate that question. The last time I was asked, I went … Continue Reading
Nikita
I think sometimes it takes fiction to speak the truth I need to hear. In a recent episode of Nikita* after being forced to confront her past, Nikita tells Michael, the man she loves, that she has evil inside … Continue Reading
Jazz
I was biased going into the theater to see Blue Like Jazz because I happen to be related to the Director/Producer/Co-writer. The whole reason we went in the first place was to support him. To be fair, I had read … Continue Reading
Mistaken*
Except for recognizing his voice, she could have mistaken him for an entirely different person. It happened so suddenly, she had no idea how to react. He was usually so considerate of her, her feelings, and every little piece of … Continue Reading
Unusable
Tries stumble over attempts as the letters start to blur into each other.Words morph twist slide spiral inconsistently, raggedly circling fragments of themselves until they become incomprehensible versions of old truth.As unusable wasted useless as it seems, it is … Continue Reading