Dreamworld
Sometimes I pace walk stairs wander doing anything other than what I am trying to do. Most nights … Continue Reading
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J.W. Richmond
Cul-de-sac
It sounded like a hammer repeatedly hitting metal. Clang! Clang! Sprinklers, pipes of some sort, or large nails, perhaps? The sound echoed through the cul-de-sac, masking the exact direction and identification of the source. After checking the peephole in the … Continue Reading
Returning
Returning to my teenage bedroom makes me want to open the window and crawl out on the roof, lie down and look at the sky … Continue Reading
Words
enTheLiBetwenes I can’t identify all the words I said. They tumbled out quickly precariously … Continue Reading
Solace
I’ll never get tired of the ocean. Even when the weather isn’t “perfect” for everyone’s preferences, and circumstances are difficult … Continue Reading
House
I woke up to see the bedroom door opening. It was hazy, entering back from the dream world. The room lit up dimly from the hall nightlight reflecting off the paint, then got darker again as the door was pushed … Continue Reading
Wrenches
It shouldn’t be this hard. I know life can throw wrenches junk crap turns t … Continue Reading
Camping
The reservation was made. The car was overpacked (my fault, because being prepared is way less stress than not having what we need), and we were ready to go. It was the first night Jeff and I had alone together … Continue Reading
17
A throwback to when Jeff and I were dating, as we celebrate 17 years of marriage today. The Words You know me all too all well you know when I hide because you listen to … Continue Reading
Murky
Free? Suspended between d i … Continue Reading