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  • A Sign

    NamePreviously…

    Darla reached into her windbreaker pocket and traced the pattern on the wooden disc over and over again with her index finger.

    Gebo.

    She made three sets of runes during the offseason when he'd brought over some felled apple wood after a storm had blown through the area. He just so happened to be in the neighborhood was the line he used. Darla was spooked by the unexpected visit, but she gratefully accepted the gift.

    Ort.

    "You need help, Darla?" She wiped the sweat from her face and ran a shaky hand through the hair that had tumbled loose from the big blue rubber band stamped 'asparagus.'

    "Oh hey, hi Ort! Thanks for the hand!" Darla cracked the door of the cab just a tad. Her cargo had been rather rambunctious on the ride over. She smelled the sea and heard the scratch of talons. There was no turning back, not with Ort pulling on the handle. "Oh yeah…opening day nerves…"

    "Here, let me unload this stuff for you. Hey… you got a dog back there?" Darla was elated and mortified all in one quick turn. Her art had spoken to someone other than herself. This was a good sign, wasn't it?

  • Spring Rains

    Rainy MorningWhat to do when everything is true? Make sure the water never runs out. Prophecy, she said to me. Don't be afraid of the afterthought:

    The longer I stay
    The less this plane
    Feels like home
    Spring rains
    Cleanse the blood

    All that is necessary fits in a basket.

  • Happiness

    HappinessPerfect moments always include a dog, a book, and a comfortable chair. This is the elusive silver bubble, encapsulated. Slip in, zip up, and never come out again. Happiness is hard to define. It represents too many things. But a perfect moment? Strive for one of those and leave the Happiness Debate for others to tackle.

  • Verdant

    VerdantMiracles are made out of tedium. Simple. You're welcome. One finds beauty in the verdant glade, summer's serenade, in secrets best kept locked away. Who knows one's heart better than…? Light shines in the skipped beat we never even missed. Joy is a spreadable substance. Try it. Repeat.

  • Plucky

    PluckyI asked for help and was handed a dandelion. I was just getting the hang of being a bird, now the universe wants me to be a weed. Tenacious. In your face. Plucky, some may say. In the presence of adversity it's best to hold one's own and look for the lesson in the mess. I think I might be testing the limits of my neighbor's patience, but I've got a lot of questions about how this "GREAT CYCLE" is supposed to work. Keep laughing as the pain intensifies? Ok, I'll give it a try. I am dandelion. Hear me roar.

  • Dreams of Dust

    DreamsWhat is it you've had to settle for, if ever, or have you always gotten your way?
    If the dust clears,
    If the fog thickens:
    Did you make the right call?
    Were there no other choices at all?

    Those memorized lines and well-rehearsed gestures
    Have flung you so far afield of your dreams
    The golden thread is severed
    The road awash in yellow is gone.

    Content.
    Intent.
    Are you and I content?

    Select your answer with care.

  • Bird

    Bird"Be like that bird there in the live oak," Gary told me over the back fence. "Don't overthink your decisions. Take action but don't fall in love with any one particular outcome. You'll get your supper sure enough. What difference does it make if it's a worm or a cricket?"

    "Well, there's the texture thing. I'd take crunchy over slimy any day."

    "You're a bird. It all tastes good."

    "I'm a human and I've lost the thread of our conversation."

    "You don't have to force anything to happen, Tess. It is happening right now as we speak. This test, or shitty year as you call it, will run its course in due time. Then you'll either get what you want or what's coming. Trust me on that one."

    "I'll have my fill of worms and crickets and wonder why I ever despaired?"

    "Yeah, something like that."

    "What if I don't know what I want?"

    "You want this shitty year to drag on into the next, and then the next year after that?"

    "I get your point, Gary." Be like the bird, we said in unison.

  • Change

    ChangeThe pool must be pretty on the surface. We would never come near it if we knew what it held. What hides beneath tranquility are all the dark thoughts and nightmares that seek to keep us firmly in our place. Frozen in fear. Shrunken with inactivity. A soothing reflection deceives. It is only fiction if no one believes. Make a ripple and invite the sediment to overwhelm. Process of elimination. It is all self-examination in the end. Jump in, ride the flow, and repeat as needed when hope disappears. Change has a way of calling each of us to task.

  • Velocity

    VelocityWho doesn't prefer a well-crafted fable to mere information? If words are tucked between glossy covers, or spoken by a pair of moist pouty lips (extra points for an exotic accent), they have to be true enough for everyday use. Belief-On-Demand. That'll work, right? Secrets held tight. Dreams fade in the daylight. Our darlings are hard to kick out of bed, even when they've ceased to service one's own true life story. We all get our start somewhere. Don't let words keep you stranded at the gate, never to advance beyond the beginning. Velocity doesn't work that way.

  • It’s a Wheel

    Foreign

     

    A rolling request
    An advertisement
    A plea:
    Step right up and ride me!

    (I don't know where I'm going but you won't mind.
    Foreign intrigue?
    Local color?)

    There aren't enough tickets to go around
    For more than one turn of the wheel
    One more drive of the spike
    More reasons to drag your heels.

    If you had to be honest
    Would the drone and motion
    Of non-stop commotion
    Be at the top of your wish list?