Storms on an Easter Sunday

In the middle of writing stories for scholarships and virtual church services there is a light gray storm forming outside my window. It is not violent or on the surface all that threatening but when a force hides its ability to be menacing it keeps the people at large fearful and uneasy. It may be…

Pervasive Words| Limnisa Contest Story

“stay rude” ~ 1997 A flood began the night Agapa’s husband left. Shutters were torn down from the aggressive vigor of the rain, and the gutters were so filled to the brim with water that Avram slipped and broke his nose on his way to his car. Agapa watched him go from the dripping window,…

The Guy Who Invented String Cheese

Baker. Frank Baker. 1976. String cheese. – “Look, it’s Frank! The string cheese guy!” “String cheese! Yeah!” Thunderous voices found Mr. Baker, and all he could do was smile with a wave of his hand. He was old now, not yet dead but making great strides towards his headstone.  “Do you happen to  have any…

what did they do before they invented the silence?

I wonder if I’m as loud as my cells and organelles. I wonder, I wonder, I wonder. ~ What did they do before they invented the silence? What could they have done before its existence? It must have been an impossible time, because I can never find it. Outside, I hear the animals. Inside, I…

Boy in a Well | Part 2

His face is plain and new and too small to really see. I had never seen this boy before. Before he can throw another rock at me, I call out to him: “Hi!” He can hear me. I wonder how he got in there. I wonder for how long. I ask him this.  Maybe he…

Boy in a Well | Part 1

There would be moments where I would find time to be  alone. I leave the cabin and sit along the river bank and toss stones into the water. It was nice, nice to think about anything and do nothing.  For most of my life, I was an only child. That changed two weeks ago. It’s…

Things Do Not Change, We Change | Laws of Life Essay

I have always been a person that notes change. Frankly I’m not sure if I love or hate the breaking of my habitual routine or of my consistent thoughts and judgements; nonetheless, it is still fascinating to me. Thoreau’s quote is like a remedy to my younger self’s question about how people gain or lose…

The Best Word Is Weird | Essay

A college essay. Prompt: What is your favorite word? Why? Enjoy! ~ Observing spelling alone, weird itself is a weird word. Its spelling is odd, one of the most inane of the English language. If you say it slow enough, you can hear the “we’re” right before you pop the “duh.” We’re duh. The oddities…

Two Feet In | Poem/Song

Nothing makes me feel this way to bend to ones control. I don’t like what happens to my brain but the feeling is far from miserable. There’s a power, there’s a charm in every little pattern in every little syllable everything that shouldn’t matter. – Two feet in. No doubs, no doubts, no doubts. Two…