If you're a regular follower of my Facebook feed or Twitter account, then you've probably heard as much as you'd like about my divorce.  Trust me; I have, too.  But, the fact is, nothing else has so permeated everything I am, shaken me to my very core, and pushed me beyond when I previously thought was my point of endurance.  So here's another ( Read more... )

The night lolled on, the wick burnt slow, the flicker of light cast its promising glow about the walls, and though I could not see it, upon my face. There was an elegance, a grace set in motion that moment hence, when it was finished and he had cast slumber  about his dense understanding: the way another mind works, as if the quirks and whims were ( Read more... )

When it was finished, she gently laid her stiffening brush aside. Her eyes, red and irritated with fatigue, wandered over the canvas, re-ingesting every emotion her hands had just expelled. They noticed a smudge in the corner she had not intended, a blending of colors she'd never put a name to, and the shadow in the corner she'd neglected to ( Read more... )

( Family fun for everyone )

I'm not sure how good this one is. But it's something. Maybe I'm being too critical of myself. But any feedback is welcomed. :)
( When it was finished... )

This week's offering. I don't particularly like it, but it's something, at least.

( Very well, the master said at last. Play. )

He raised his head slowly and forced himself to glance once more at the mound of dirt and lonesome boulder that now marked his daughter. No tears scarred his face. Instead the tears flowed through his soul and burnt his insides. But he did not cry. Winter was cold in Mongolia. That was the way it was.

Slowly, his calloused hands rolled up the thick ( Read more... )

Everything was slow ( Read more... )

In his arms, she clung to him for dear life. Never wanting to let go. He stroked her hair and before she could mutter a word, their lips met- the rain poured and splattered onto the windows. It was just the ocean to her and she was in the middle, swallowed up and she hoped it would never end. It lasted for hours, days- each kiss was more desperate ( Read more... )

When it was finished, there were fewer tears than expected. We clapped, and carried on, and sang along with the closer. We welcomed them all off the stage. We filed out into the main bar area, and into the street... When it was finished, we found out there would be no dancing this time. We hung around as long as we could without loitering. And when ( Read more... )