Played

His fingers trailed along the keys, moving up and down through the scales slowly up and down, down and up… Purposeful, rhythmic melody pounding in sync with her empty heart He spoke to her but she didn’t hear his words Everything scattered to the floor in the sound of tinkling shards of glass clattering and…

Cheating – 181/365

My basset hound is dying. He has congestive heart failure. There is a murmur in his heart that indicates more blood is pumping out of his heart than into his heart. At some point, the blood won’t go into his heart enough to sustain his body. He will fill with fluids and eventually die. Not…

Fantasy to Reality

In her mind, she is young, slim, hot, and witty. She can talk to anyone about anything. She can string words together into articulate sentences without any fear. She doesn’t need to do a power stance to be sexy, authoritative, and strong. She knows what she wants and how to go out and get it.…

Poison

And the last drop of poison trickled down her throat Tickled it Made her cough Cough Cough Cough She was gagging up a lung And her words hung hung on her lips and her heart She didn’t have the power to set them free So she wrote them down instead…    

shrimp

166/365

I cook. I cook a lot. When I was a kid, my mother had about 15 recipes she rotated through. I hated about half of them. The glorious thing about cooking is that you don’t have to cook the same thing every day. You have a variety of options. And I choose to exercise them.…

tambourine

165/365

I have a music problem. Something integrated into my DNA over which I have no control. About 8 days ago, I went to an evening mixer for #psuweb13–not within my comfort zone, but I went. They had a cheesy ’80s band there, appropriately called Velveeta. The band offered up a tambourine and the small group…