Roly Poly

Tom followed Jack through the winding underground passages. “Where are we going?” Tom asked. “Surprise,” Jack said, his nine segments rattling as he shivered. Tom’s seven pair of feet pattered softly on the dirt. “Is it scary?” “Yes.” Tom rolled into a ball reflexively. “Really?” Jack said. Tom unrolled. “I don’t know why that doesn’t … Continue reading Roly Poly

Frodo Baggins is My Friend

I stood and leaned forward over the back of the school bus seat. “Watermelon!” I said as I plucked a Jolly Rancher from Mary’s hand. “Green apple!” Suzie said. We were declaring our favorite flavors as the bus rolled us home. It was filled with voices that merged into a loud, white noise. Words could … Continue reading Frodo Baggins is My Friend

The View Out My Window

Selma looked out the kitchen window at the spring scene displayed just for her. At least that’s how it looked, with the window framing all the green, an impressionist’s view of the world. The morning sun painted the leaves and left shadows in the places where they had yet to grow in. In one of … Continue reading The View Out My Window

Powerless

Gentle in word and form. Burnished hair and painted lips, Eyes lined with kohl. Beautiful by any measure. Dreams of tigers gnawing hands and swallowed glass, slicing. Powerless, falling, spiraling, Landing on icy steps to jerk Awake knowing talents are invisible at best and crushed completely on Other days dreams of Flying far with eagles. … Continue reading Powerless

Motion

Dreams are in motion like trains. They creep along dirty by-ways, with the hope of sun. Later, they crawl up mournful hills where they are still for a fraction of a second, then plunge downward into their lifetimes. When their tracks cross rocks, they tremble, but they are never empty. They carry, at very least, … Continue reading Motion