Why Truth is Stranger Than Fiction

Grain Fact is stranger than fiction because like a grain of sand within an oyster, truth in its simplest form makes us uncomfortable. Like the mollusk we seek to make it soft and shiny, we coat truth within layer after layer of shiny lacquer to make it easier to accept. The naked truth is ugly…

Message Sent

Underestimate The Council underestimated his skills. Last Dawn (chapter 1, part2) Thirteen, fourteen, all fifteen, Myric counted to himself. His coded links were still intact and undiscovered. Sighing he sat back and relaxed for the first time since morning, before he’d left for the Council meeting. He wished he had more time to think about…

Haunted

Vision The vision of a man chasing a woman with a knife and other people watching, popped into my head one fateful night in the autumn of 2000. The man was totally enraged, he meant to kill her. The woman was terrified, she was scared to death. The others looked surprised. I only saw it…

Yesterday at the Beach

Beach Yesterday the sunshine made it warm enough to take my mother to the beach, but the lake shore breezes made it too chilly to stay. My Kurdish friend gave me a ride there and was very happy to see she lived so close to the lake. “We must have a picnic, when the weather…

Hope is My Key

Hope I admit to being moody, swinging from silly and cheerful to sullen and brooding. Over the years I’ve searched for the key, how to be who I want to be. I want to be kind, cheerful and hard-working. Yet too many days, I wake up and don’t want to get out of bed. I’ve…

This Girl Could Be on Fire if She Would Feel the Bern

Abandoned “When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to…

The Music Never Ended

Music Turn off the clock radio and hear the dawn chorus. This is the music of Spring. Birds call to the sun before it rises. I dig in the ground and forget the world of mankind. Worms unearthed remind me of how miraculous is life, that to the lowliest we owe our lives.   Little…

Preschool Cutter

Scars The scars on her legs are barely visible now. She noticed them when she was six. Her older sister liked to have her wear dresses, the skirts were short as that was the style then. Looking down, Regina couldn’t help noticing the purple discolored line of the worst one on her knee. She asked…