#11 Orphan Annie

The vet called, “I’ve got a dog for you, if you want her. She just wandered in. Some part Brittany Spaniel.” We called her Annie for Orphan Annie. Annie liked being petted, playing chase with the kids, going to the lake. But, food. Oh, Annie…

Attention Attention

Headlines Attention! Attention, read all about it Spot light on, Scene 2-take 23-action!!! Is it all about you? Is that all that you do Can u not be the center today? Can u b with the commoners, Movie star Drama queen Give me space so…

I Wear No Armor (half marathon #11)

Leftover sun falls on my shoulders Like feeling, toxins, and words; My past. It wants me to wear it Like a cloak to protect me From the future. It doesn’t want me to acknowledge it. It wants me to live through it. It wants me…

Poem 11- Through Genghis’ Eyes

My take on the homeless prompt, was not expecting that I would write this at all. Late night writing magic? Just spent a while googling Mongol culture before I penned this down, to add a little authentic touch to my imagination.   You laugh at…

Regulars

We’re Regulars. Regular customers. We eat here at least once a week. They know what we like to eat. We don’t need menus. We’re friendly and chat with the wait staff. We know each other by name. The cook says Hello. We tip well. We…

This Summer

I cried tears of joy I heard the news. I had prayed every day, had worked toward it to make it happen..every day. Without You, dearest Lord, I would not have gotten the opportunity of a Lifetime. Not only did You Give me an internship…but…

Dancing perplexius

They say that people live a mere 100 miles away From where they grew up. I can hardly understand it. We summer in the midwest We winter in Mexico Without fail You haven’t lived until you’ve seen The flashes in between of green and blue…

The Road

My home’s the road which leads me place to place My car, my roof, I search for peace of mind Exploring towns, each one a brand new case A mystery I solve then leave behind I hope to find a town I cannot solve A…

Poem 11

Chapter 11: Ordeal   Alone on smooth hard stone. No smell of pine No laughing moon No shadowed trees   Where? Nowhere. Someplace like a mausoleum. An altar’s edge. Opaque dark. No telling how far down Down goes.   Wind like evil Prying fingers, Lifts…