Reflective Writing
Under yellow blooms, falling from the green skinned Palo Verde tree, we stood close and quiet enough to feel connected to our surroundings. Harmonious low coos from nature’s song left a buzz on top of the hot Arizona sun. Beams of light cut through the umbrella of branches, painting dabbled light patterns across our bodies. … Continue reading Under the Palo Verde Tree
Thoughts slowed, synchronizing to the alarming throb of my beating heart, a heart beating louder than the ringing in my ears. It rose to a steady pound. I’m the big bass drum in a symphony. I knew now they got me with the needle. If I could just keep them from sticking me, I could … Continue reading Percussion
I hid the chamber because it was dark, but it was not always that. It was never that until I dismantled my world and engaged in war. The chamber was once a green land, covered in ancient forests, mazed with rivers. After the war, the land stopped growing. Temperatures froze after toxic gasses left a … Continue reading The Chamber
He was a broad shouldered, raven haired man almost kid looking, thick, dark eyebrows, and carrying a duffel bag over his shoulder. He was one of the new guys to the towing company running tugboats up and down the Mississippi tying barges together. Shifts run fifteen days on the boat, and five days off. It … Continue reading Tugboat Parking Lot
In a large forest, there was a ancient pond home to hundreds of toads. For over five hundred years, the Keaton family governed the pond. The Keaton family were known for their intelligence, bravery, and athletic skills. They followed practical rules, which kept toads safe from predators. There was one toad named Nicolas, a Keaton … Continue reading A Toad Sang
We were four towheaded kids piling into a little red wagon on our way to the supermarket. My little brother and I squeezed between my sister, the oldest, and in the front with each leg kicked over the edge, and my older brother who was on the back rim pretending to be a caboose. Mom … Continue reading Little Red Wagon
Once there was a creature, born from the infinite. Once there was a creature, born from the living and the dead. It came to being one starry night, in a field made of gold. Through the barren floor from cosmic light, grew a divide splendor sored. Through heaven and below the creature shouted and it … Continue reading The Living Creature (Fable in Song)
Kate Lunsford 