Tag: prose

  • Blue moon Monday

    Blue moon Monday

    They say it’s Blue Monday, the saddest day of the year. My eyes have been dragging all day long; I wonder if it could have something to do with that. More than likely it’s related to my lack of sleep over the past few nights. I should’ve slept, there was no reason why not, but…

  • Blue moon Monday

    Blue moon Monday

    They say it’s Blue Monday, the saddest day of the year. My eyes have been dragging all day long; I wonder if it could have something to do with that. More than likely it’s related to my lack of sleep over the past few nights. I should’ve slept, there was no reason why not, but…

  • Little cat feet

    Little cat feet

    Carl Sandburg was the one who said, “The fog rolls in on little cat feet.” Every time the fog covers the earth, I’m reminded of his words. It’s soft, silent, and yet immovable. It coats the world with mystery, makes me wonder if this is what it’s like, to carve out moments alone, unbothered by…

  • January 14th

    January 14th

    Another Monday almost gone sitting at a red light, I consider the dawn. Thoughts are spinning in my head, of things I did, and things I said. The weekends once again a blur At least this time I thought of her. The her I mean is me, myself The one who comes after everyone else.…

  • January 14th

    January 14th

    Another Monday almost gone sitting at a red light, I consider the dawn. Thoughts are spinning in my head, of things I did, and things I said. The weekends once again a blur At least this time I thought of her. The her I mean is me, myself The one who comes after everyone else.…

  • On the precipice of sleep

    On the precipice of sleep

    Gentle exhales greet my ears; Whistles, grunts, and snores. Above and beside me, The sounds of life abound From the children I adore Although the day was full, A break from stress and toil, It is the simple things which most Ease the weary soul I close my eyes and drift away, Listening as life’s…

  • On the precipice of sleep

    On the precipice of sleep

    Gentle exhales greet my ears; Whistles, grunts, and snores. Above and beside me, The sounds of life abound From the children I adore Although the day was full, A break from stress and toil, It is the simple things which most Ease the weary soul I close my eyes and drift away, Listening as life’s…

  • The baby of the family

    The baby of the family

    One-third of the way through another month and things are going alright so far. The bloom not entirely off my resolutions, or goals, as I prefer to call them, I’m dressed for a run and even motivated to shoot for an increase in my distance this am. My little large-tonsiled snorer may have some say…

  • The baby of the family

    The baby of the family

    One-third of the way through another month and things are going alright so far. The bloom not entirely off my resolutions, or goals, as I prefer to call them, I’m dressed for a run and even motivated to shoot for an increase in my distance this am. My little large-tonsiled snorer may have some say…

  • The descent of Tuesday

    The descent of Tuesday

    I meant to write yesterday I did But already, The weight of my own expectations has me spinning a little, Tilting in the winds of responsibility like a small weathervane on the roof, with the storm approaching. Maybe it’s the quiet of the early morning, the sound of the clock on the wall ticking out…