Reflective Writing
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
Fever raging strikes inside bursting out through our eyes He ignores- we're enemies on a bloodied grass ground looking down but not seeing, shield and sword and tongue and fist Un-wielding, dark vicious bites and growls alike He blames me, me me, and me He broke the kitchen chair. I charge him like a she … Continue reading In Love Fighting
There, a green meadow, just beyond the wooded shade open grass, long blades, belly barren from winter one slow pausing step, watching, listening careful not to trust clear day too much sunlight over my nose moist, lifting eyes of beaded brown stare upon spring patches, watering mouth, luring, stepping, step bowing my head, I eat … Continue reading The Green Meadow
