IT IS SNOWING FEATHERS!
White, airy, whimsical, some a bit lackadaisical–all feathers, slowly making their way to the ground.
Our high maintenance, high ego president was riding in Air Force Once when he decided he absolutely could not stand the goose feather pillows on board. Instead of doing the rational thing by swallowing his pride and sucking it up, in a fit of anger, he ordered the pillows to be destroyed and dumped out over Washington City–right above my house!
Now POTUS has no pillows, and my neighborhood is covered in a white dusting of feathers!
(In true POTUS fashion, there was a corresponding Tweet five seconds later.)
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I’m sharing this from a book of writing prompts that I utilize on occassion. The prompt that warranted this response reads, “You look outside: Ah, it’s snowing! But look closer. Those are not snowflakes falling from the sky! What is snowing at your house?”
This ridiculous scenario doesn’t seem quite too far fetched these days…do you agree?
who have stolen my heart.
Didn’t they teach you that it’s wrong to take what is not rightfully yours?
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“Where is your heart?”
He asked in exasperation. His eyes. Searching hers. Looking for answers that were lost in the dark waters of her abused soul.
This was the ultimate question, she knew.
Where was her heart?
This question…this question should sting in every sense of the word.
But it didn’t…because she knew her heart, wherever it was, could never be restored to what it used to be–filled with so much love. How naive she used to be.
After this year–this year of so much loss and tragedy–Opa, gone…then Sylvie, goddamn, Sylvie Continue reading “Heart Broken”
Lilly looked up at the vast expanse above her head in wonder. Her wandering five year old mind never stopped taking in the world around her. So many questions, always. At her young age, she didn’t know much about the world—but she was always curious, always hoping to discover more.
“The way the world works is very strange,” her grandfather told her once. She was sitting on his lap, quietly taking in words, in his low, gentle voice. A voice that exuded tired determination. He had been in Vietnam and had seen more of humanity in a matter of years than most people wished to see in a lifetime; he was a Vietnam veteran who wondered every day how he had survived while his buddy, his best friend, was blown to pieces right next to him in the Vietnamese rainforest. Yet, despite that daily question, his aging mind was filled with those nuggets of wisdom he had picked up not just because he had survived, but because he had willed Continue reading “Lilly and Grandfather”
She had autumn on her tongue and winter on her lips.
When the rain came, she felt it inside of her.
The seasons affected her…and yet, she desired more. Continue reading “Seasonal”
“I think the scariest part of feeling is that more often than not, they don’t appeal to logic.”
Em looked into his eyes with a wry smile on her face. He blushed, quickly looked away, fearing eye contact at the moment when eye contact was most necessary.
They were thinking the same thing, of course. The difference was, he didn’t want to admit it.
Seconds passed. She could tell he was choosing his words carefully.
“So…what are you saying?” Only because he wanted her to say it first; he knew exactly what she Continue reading “Intuition”