loss

hair loss
weight loss
loss of sight
loss of love
valley of loss
secret loss
loss, the game
l.o.s.s.
the word is starting to look weird to me
in fact the word
i am now at a
loss
for
loss

shelter

under the branches i huddle, my shelter from the weather. a pot of soup simmers on the fire, miraculously dry in the storm. soup? really water, leaves and twigs mixed in a bucket. my tree, the redbud tree out back.

track

i track the words per minute, the correct word sequences, the correct digits, track them all in the hope that in those numbers is an answer to why a brain works differently.

ants

the ants go marching one by one
hurray!
hurray!
and johnny will march home again
hurray!
hurray!
will johnny bring ants?
boo!
boo!
will ants bring johnny?
ooh!
ooh!

flirt

"don't waste your time on that one, reynolds.  i've been flirting with her for years with no avail."
flirting with me?  for years?
i tired of realizing how completely oblivious to life i'd been the past few years.

walls

if his feet would stick, he would climb the walls. already he has been redirected from the table, the chairs, the couch, the counter. i look outside at the snow berm by the house and know some winter i will have to redirect him off the roof. the boy can move, and move he does.

orbit

she spins her life around his, slowly from a distance but quicker up close.  an orbit of love is what she wants, yet she is never quite close enough...and she can never build up enough force to get away.

camera

how sad the camera he searched for, saved for, spent more money than he wanted to on.  how sad that that camera sits now on a shelf worth only a fraction of the expense, old technology that no one wants anymore, no one cares for anymore.  how sad, that camera, how sad.

sacred

The labyrinth represents a journey to the sacred. One way in, one way out…it isn’t a maze of confusion, it is a journey to the love of God. I want one. Not sure how to make that happen without bulldozing a bunch of trees, though, and that doesn’t seem too meditative now, does it.

chief

Just in time, the chief pulled up in his squad car. “What is this I hear about police brutality?” he said and proceeded to pummel his rookie.

epic

my epic fail of the day was writing about an epic fail because i’m sure no one else on this site wrote those words together for the minute. but what can i say? it is automatic, just like the way i said EPIC in a big movie voice-over when the word popped up.

wagon

the station wagon had a back seat we called the way back. sometimes we’d wave at the driver behind us during a traffic jam. cheesy, for sure!