#48 Sticks and Stones

Tim sat quietly on the playground. It had been several days since he’d made it through a recess without torment, and today looked promising. Both groups of bullies, those who were stronger and those who were smarter, were preoccupied with other sociopathic pursuits. Tim wasn’t exactly odd, at least not according to his parents or …

#47 Mile Marker 164

Lying in wait, the post stands alone. The middle of the journey The road in halves Gone far enough not to turn around. Far from destination still. Hours turn to millenia. White lines dot the journey in my mind. Sliding through the veins of the interstate. Snaking from home to home. Path so familiar, yet …

#46 The Lake

The lake rolls by, it’s water holding the experiences of its embraced. The child who learned to swim by paddling to her mother. The teenager who learned about love and lust on the sandy beach. The group of good buddies who talked about life’s conquests while launching the jet skis. The group of middle-agers desperately …

#42 Rage

Tim was always a little bit of a loser. Not that anyone ever called him that. Most people referred to him as ‘meek’, ‘mild’, or ‘reserved’. All of those meant that he wasn’t exactly known to be the life of the party, the outgoing guy everyone wants to hang with, or the man you’d most …