She has walked into the middle of a dance. Leaves pirouette, tumble, twirl, glide… …in silent jubilation to the ground where they shimmy… a tap dance, a chorus line… …a marvel. An invitation.
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She wonders when there will be time again to court her Muse. To take her for long, solitary walks, and plunge with her deeply into dreams, where they dove together without caution, through tempests of color, desires, emotions, only to merge back into the world, no longer ordinary, having been touched by the sublime, having…
Be here. Away from the busy world, the trap of your thoughts, the ache of your heart, your disbelief. Within this simple time and place, this verdant space, anything can be unwound. Feel the earth. And let the breeze surround you in lavender-scented possibility. Come, sit in the center, in the womb, that is both…
Emma and her mother walked slowly back from their picnic at the neighborhood park, laughing as they recalled all the fun they’d had. As they rounded another corner, they both had to stop and stare. “Was that tree like that when we came this way before?” Emma’s mother asked, pointing to the tree with a…
Further along their walk to the park, Emma pointed out the “Dr. Suess tree” to her mother. “Oh, yes, I see that all right,” Emma’s mother smiled. “It’s dancing!” Emma laughed, skipping ahead. Emma’s mother laughed. “Today, the whole world is like a Dr. Suess book,” she said, and soon found herself skipping along with…
It was late at night two weeks after the funeral when Phil released Henry into a nearby park. “Be healthy little guy, and stay away from the road,” he called, taking a video with his camera. Henry scampered into a thicket of salal without a backwards glance. Wiping unexpected tears from his eyes, Phil reached…
That night he couldn’t sleep. He slipped out of bed and got dressed to go outside. He had intended to just go sit out on the front steps, but his feet took him down the street as his mind went over the night’s events again. Tammy had felt like their experiment hadn’t worked. The small…
“Who’s that little girl out there?” Phil pointed to the little girl. Officer Tambule turned to look. “Oh, she’s the kid that called 9-1-1.” Tammy sniffled and rubbed her teary and tired eyes on the sleeve of her jacket as she watched the men stow the old lady’s body away in the ambulance, like something…
No one ever knew who had hit Arlene Mertz. Her son, Phil Mertz, hadn’t been aware his mother wasn’t sleeping in her room until the police woke him at three a.m. to inform him she was seriously injured. “Hit and run,” the young officer said. He looked shaken, pale. “She’s just across the street, there,”…
“You don’t believe in evil?” he asked. She wouldn’t look at him. “No, not really,” she said, temper flaring. Only ten minutes in and already her buttons were being pushed. For a first date, this has to be some kind of record, she thought, while he told her just why he believed in evil, ending…
