“Words” by me
If my lover were a comet Hung in the air, I would braid my leaping body In her hair.However, she lives in the frigid depths Of the Baikal Sea. (bai·kaal)Her presence forever, To haunt its shores Bound to these waters, By her own demise.A disconsolate maiden, Slipping into the waves. Struggling to stay above, The… Read More The Rusalka (roo·saal·kuh)
Our First Canine Baby During our married life we have had the privilege to have six fur babies of the canine persuasion. We both had dogs as children and it was only natural to adopt them into our lives as adults. The first was Brandy, a golden colored shepard mix. I picked up this little… Read More Our First Canine Baby
Night Terrors Mum and dad think I am mad,Raving lunatic, certifiably crazy.I just wish they would just come and see,What visits my window each night. They laugh at my fears,Tell me it is only nightmares.And yes, dear parents, it is a nightmare,This nocturnal visitor that requests entrance. After I doze, not quite fast asleep,Fingernails on… Read More Night Terrors
In the recent class I took on writing the Weird and Eerie one prompt was to write about an AI interference in the world. As you read this piece, think of a B&W, B Grade Science Fiction Movie. LADWelcome! Welcome! It is so good to see another face in the flesh! I hope you have… Read More LAD
How They MetMy Mother was the oldest daughter of Coal Miners from Pennsylvania. They moved to Flint when she was five, looking for a better life. Or so I have been told. The brood also included another daughter and three sons. They were a rough family, drinkers and fighters. All of their leisure time activities… Read More How They Met
Roy Richard – Hot Tub This was an assignment in a recent class I took on writing the Weird and Eerie. We had ten minutes to write of a recent occurrence and then to add or take away something that would seem weird. I ran out of time before I could expound on my ‘find’.After… Read More Hot Tub
SlippingI sit in terror each night, Watching you slip away.The brightness in your eyes, your energy, Is slowly ebbing away.You wear a brave face, fight a gallant battle, But I fear you hide the truth.Is there more to your pain or fear? Your body seems to tell a different story.Over time the proof that we… Read More Slipping
This piece was written as part of a 300 words a day writing challenge in a recent class I took, Writing About Place.Clean up WeekEvery year in the early spring, the community I grew up in hosted “Cleanup Week”. During this time, the township scheduled overtime for the garbage men and they picked up anything… Read More Cleanup Week
This piece was written for my Weird and Eerie writing class. The prompt was something that was half real and half dreamlike.ChurchI stand in the choir next to Brother Bazil, he sings bass and watching his Adam’s apple bob is so entertaining for someone my age. Wishing I could sing that low, trying, yet the… Read More Church
ALAYNAYou didn’t exactly burst on the scene Never less your entrance was grandSmiling, tiny, cute and loveable You stole our hearts As time went by You grew into the amazing youStubborn, determined, full of voice and life You became one who’s stance could not be broken You excel at all you try Spinning on your… Read More ALAYNA
Ramblings of an Old Coot 