100 on Birthday Wishes

I’d wish for you a sea of blue, the color remembered in your dreams. I’d wish for you a shore of endless sand – your home land. I’d wish your sorrows away if they didn’t make you who you are. I’d wish you the joy of childhood hours, when making bubbles and splashing puddles was the highest and best use of time. I’d wish for you the memories of the stars if they spoke truths to your heart. I’d wish peace & love to follow all your days. I’d wish today and every day you know how wonderful you really are.  

100 on Eyebrow

I see them stare back at me, mine in shape and definition. An odd realization, the shock of this arbitrary line passed from the dead. Three generations it spans. Each eyebrow the same in arch and style, color too. What happened to the genetic lottery draw? Do living cells dividing have a say? Were these wriggling hairs destined to be? Reminders of those gone before, the ghosts of yesterday can still be found above our eyes. No other shape can break this mold. I am thankful they are not too thick, too thin or unibrow and thankful for Family resemblances.

Snipped from novel Stained

These children can’t understand how time will change things, how relationships and children will change things. Some wounds are to the core and while cleaned, bandaged, and sutured, shrapnel is left behind. There are those lucky enough to have these shards arise to exit on their own, but for most of us, our luck does not extend so far. I believed I had dealt with my demons, placed them to bed and eradicated them back to the nether regions of hell that spawned them. Yet if I am to be honest with myself I pushed the shrapnel back in, deemed it too dangerous to remove – a thing to be lived with far beneath the surface. Now God laughs at me. A marksman found my Continue Reading →