Hope Beyond Illusions

Wrapped amongst layers to keep me from frostbite, I am found content. For a moment, my eye lids absorb the warmth of sunlight, while I stand at the edge of earth and sky, breathing in winter. You, you linger on my mind like the sweet after taste of dessert, making me aware of the butterflies…

Winter’s Full Moon

I wake in a conundrum to sounds of a tea kettle whistling outside my window and a bright gray light streaming through the crack in the shade; which has me wondering is it day or night? 4:04am, my phone illuminates for a brief moment and I wince at its glow. After registering the hour, my…

Drip Drip Drip

5:44am Tucked deep into darkness and warmth, drip drip drip…lures me nearer the surface, near the light. Yet, with vigor I return to the darker shades of charcoal, ignoring drip drip drip, until it unleashes echos in my head and springs me awake and annoyed. via Daily Prompt: Vigor

Snow Day

Late night sleeps on couches, drifting between dreams until light awakens them, while crystal water shapes feather from grey clouds upon the frozen earth, leaving us home bound for a day. The snow says, “Come play” yet desiring to remain warm, we nestle into our own activities. A silent hush settles over the house as we…

Alarm Clock Voices: Four

The Zac Brown Band’s voice gradually invades my dream and brings me back to reality. “But I’m stuck in colder weather. Maybe tomorrow will be better. Can I call you then? She said you’re ramblin’ man. You ain’t ever gonna change. You got a gypsy soul to blame. And you were born for leavin’.” Here…

I Don’t Wanna

Sounds of a xylophone plays in my dream until I realize it’s my alarm. Slightly alert to my surroundings, my mind searches for recognition of the day of the week I am waking in. I roll over, reach for my phone, as one squinty eye looks at the time. I know I should get up,…

Afternoon Snooze

Tick-tock, the clock paces the heartbeat, as you wrestle the newspaper with reflexes, slowly succumbing to watch darkness behind your eye lids. The sound of paper fights like a sleepy child, until silence is heard. A steady breath flows out of you; chest rising and deflating. Tight lips begin to sag, mouth opens, a sigh…

The Garlic Wake Up

I’m standing outside of a business speaking with a man who has minced garlic growing out of his nostrils. The pungent smell of garlic oozes from his body, so much so, I have to walk away. He follows me, the smell sours my stomach and I start to gag, then…my eyes open. It’s 5am, the…