“Say that again.”
My eyes held his, heart pounding, deathly calm.
“If Jamie was alive, he’d beat the shit out of you, and love it, too,” he snarled.
I felt each word land and let the volcano erupt inside of me, pounding Dad, right and left, again and again across the face.
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His ghost stole in with the grey fingers of dawn.
His back wheel spinning, glimpsed from inside the grocer’s, while I queued for a Cadbury’s Applause. The bike on its side, handlebars on pavement.
Then he was beside me. Emotions kaleidoscoped. Continue reading “Dawning on Me”
At last Dad came home, while we were in school, and that evening we were each allowed a few minutes in his room.
A face turned purple.
Mottled and bubbled and lumpen, one eye closed like a boxer’s.
An ogre, a brute, a fairytale monster.
Underneath was my Dad.
Still strong, with hard hands, and black, wavy hair. Continue reading “Old Spice and Cigarette Scented”
Jim Crow keeps ravens in his loft.
Not live birds- dead ones,
Poised in the illusion of flight. Continue reading “Jim Crow Keeps Ravens in his Loft”
A man claiming to be the third coming of Christ was arrested on Christmas Eve after turning over tables in Westfield Shopping Centre while the public snapped up last-minute gifts. Yelling “Is there anything more un-Christian than Christmas?” he was apprehended in Foot Locker when he tripped over his sandals, insisting “I’m Christ, I should know.” Continue reading “Christ’s Christmas Blog”
Remember, Facebook is not the product and you are not the user. You are the product and the advertisers are the users.
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via Daily Prompt: Sacred
I’ve been watching some great documentaries lately. Cosmos and Planet Earth have made me sure of one thing: life on this planet is an incredible gift and every example of it, from amoeba to plant to sentient being, is sacred. I’m not a religious person, but I support the wonder of life. Continue reading “Daily Prompt: Sacred”