Thelma and Louise had nothing on them. Sure a meek housewife and a rowdy waitress, on a short fishing trip that ends up in the car jump of a lifetime could be seen as a dynamic duo. But Jack and John two world kids brought up in a […]
It’s just another manic monday. The sun is rising and a storm is coming. She could feel it in her bones that needed extreme mending and tending. But how could she be fixed if she can’t even stand tall and demand what is due to her? She […]
She sat quietly looking at the photograph displayed in the local cafe. She always came in and order her shwarma platter with the spicy green sauce. No kebabs served here and they made sure to tell you that in bold letters on the storefront window. They wanted […]
Christmas in Los Angeles is something I have thought of in the past as a vacation or as something that I have seen as a quirky occurrence on television shows such as 90210 or Melrose Place. I had no idea last year when I was celebrating Christmas in […]
Everyone has a secret garden even in the urban jungle. A place to go, heal the body and develop strong legs that take one far. It’s a place to run to when the demons are chasing. At the age of 12 she was ready to have […]
“Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.” —Hal Borland As of late, Mondays have been a trip down nostalgia lane. I recall when I went away to boarding school up in Massachusetts, my south bronx sensibilities were struck by the […]
Just beat it No one wants to be depleted Your contagious mediocrity is putrefying Your baseless arrogance is stupefying Your extreme pettiness is confining Your false alacrity is mystifying Your careless whisper is clarifying Your exemplary triteness is testifying Your jittery righteousness is unbecoming Your inharmonious sincerity is […]
Resiliency is also hardcoded into their beings. #blog #flashfiction #photography
The little hand vulnerable from birth Gets less and less so The big hand supportive from birth becomes more and more vulnerable Time doesn’t stop Yet we live in time loops Circling back over and over Catching our breath before its gone Trying to fill the sullen dearth […]
She was no Charlie’s Angel. She had always wanted to be. Honestly, the clothes and hair were a bit too retro but the overall flair was cool. Being part of a collective, a female collective was something to dream about. Of course, the local gang girls had […]
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