Postcard #32: The Wild of West Virginia

Time passes as it always does; either too fast in which we beg for it to stop and slow down, dreading what the day, week, month, or year brings us or dreading what we may miss as something grows and changes as it is supposed to, or too slow in which we beg to hastenContinue reading “Postcard #32: The Wild of West Virginia”

Blank Postcard #16

“Do you ever have a dream, a dream so wild and wonderful that you can hang onto the pieces and put them together like a puzzle, completing a full story?” the young me doesn’t look up from what they are doing. They found a piece of chalk and were scratching into the pavement, the blueContinue reading “Blank Postcard #16”

Postcard #31: Alone In Arkansas

I stir from my nap, my eyes still groggy and blurry, hanging onto the last snippets of the dream, catching them as one catches butterflies. The sun is casting its glow downward, turning everything to bronze with a simple touch. We are still nowhere and everywhere, mulling in thoughts and dreams and desires and pastsContinue reading “Postcard #31: Alone In Arkansas”

Postcard #30: Southern Bells of Charleston

We are back on the street, our bellies full, our minds temporarily satiated; although we are lost in our own worlds, ensnared in a web of our own thoughts. We walk silently, me, myself, and the beautiful young woman who refuses to leave our side. I am glad for her company, if only because sheContinue reading “Postcard #30: Southern Bells of Charleston”

Blank Postcard #14

I sit at the table, staring blankly at the glass of water while my finger spun the straw, making circles ripple and swirl, a miniature whirlpool trapped. Voices buzz around me, but I do not hear them. My dreams ripple and swirl, ripple and swirl, a colorful whirlpool matching the one in front of me.Continue reading “Blank Postcard #14”

Blank Postcard #13

The young woman with the most beautiful, enchanting name in the world opened her mouth to sing along with the one man band standing on the edge of the sidewalk. Her voice struggled to be heard, to find an even rhythm, but steadily, gradually, it shined brighter than a star. I could hear her story,Continue reading “Blank Postcard #13”

Postcard #27: Meet Virginia

The boat sails closer and closer inch by inch; the wind is dead flat, rippling with life every so often, feeble yet still there, not yet gone all the way. We watch together but a part, our thoughts aligned yet separate, mine elevated on a trail made from the years spent working on it. TheyContinue reading “Postcard #27: Meet Virginia”

Postcard #25: The Irish Seas

The calm stands over us, the gentle breeze both cool and warm as it comforts our ailing hearts. Me, I am guilty, and as usual it threatens to overwhelm me. I should not have shared that story, the one that occasionally haunts and keeps me up at night, especially when Valentine’s Day is looming, comingContinue reading “Postcard #25: The Irish Seas”

Postcard #23: Savannah Jungle

Up, up, up we went, the tracks clicking as we are closer to the crest. Suddenly, we stop, and our cart rests right at the top of the roller coaster. I look down at the little dots moving like ants below, some probably wondering what is going on. I shift my attention out to theContinue reading “Postcard #23: Savannah Jungle”

Blank Postcard #10

I breathe deeply. In. Out. In. Out. The air moves between my muscles, settling my bones. “You seem so happy,” my companion says with a tinge of bitterness. “How is that so?” “I am happiest when I conjure another story, or surrounded by those who love me when it’s too hard for me to loveContinue reading “Blank Postcard #10”