Tag: prose

  • December 30th

    December 30th

    Almost. The year sighs, breathing its last. It knows that the time to go is close, one breath away in a life span that was gone before we knew what to do with it. Promises were made when it was born, Of better days ahead. Of achievements, mountains to climb. Some were won, Other dreams…

  • Star Wars: The Last Jedi

    Star Wars: The Last Jedi

    So I finally watched the latest Star Wars. I always like to give new movies a few weeks to cool off. I hate the press of the crowd and the feeling of claustrophobia that comes with masses of humans all jostling to get to the same end point. I wasn’t sure what to expect, given…

  • Cozy

    Cozy

    A cold front has crossed my path, bringing shivers to my soul. Slivers of ice drift across the road, hiding the road like it hides the memory of warmth form the summer so long ago And yet, When I arrive to a home full of golden warmth and light, Laughter and hugs greet me, Happy…

  • Adrift

    Adrift

    Today I spent only part of the day at work. But I must confess, it felt like so much more. To hold the hand of someone when they’ve lost the love of their life, to just be there, is one of the most difficult parts of my job. Sometimes I feel like giving bad news…

  • Aftermath

    Aftermath

    December 26th. The day after the ribbons and bows have been swept away and the leftovers nearly stacked in containers in the fridge. Like any big event, the aftermath is sometimes uncomfortable. I have a proclivity for introspection, and find myself wondering why the feeling of a balloon bursting so often follows the build up…

  • Communal space

    Communal space

    I lay in the bed I remember from so many years ago, listening to the soft sounds of my little one falling asleep. He went quietly tonight, without a whimper after becoming more and more wound up playing games with Pop-Pop. It was as if all the batteries ran out at once, and he gave…

  • The magic of the season

    The magic of the season

    When I sat down to rest for the first time tonight, I was struck by how miraculous life is. It’s been a long week of sickness, worrying about a few people who aren’t doing as well as I’d like, wishing I had the same kind of powers the people in my books do. I could…

  • Purpose

    Purpose

    Pulled towards the light Caught in a tractor beam Each step one towards That which is inevitable A calling like none other Driven to duty Determined and unyielding Every day another day closer Infinity awaits

  • The gifts we bring

    Today left me musing about the sometimes meager changes I bring for those around me. I deal with sickness and loss, love and life on the small scale, every day. Some days, I feel as though I’ve chipped away a tiny corner, shedding the scales from the layers that life glues on us all Other…

  • Legends

    What does it mean to be a legend? We all know the stories of people and places, memories of our collective past that are told, retold Whether of vampires and goblins, or people larger than life. Holidays are part of that, and we all celebrate our own. Santa, The twelve nights, Dias de los muertes,…