LOST Loose, flailing. The breadcrumbs snatched away, So I fumble blindly in the darkness. I see hands, many hands, But none reach out to help. Instead they dig, Churning up mud, searching for treasures As I drift past. All of us are alone, But only one of us is truly lost. Advertisements
There was no way across. The rope bridge had fallen away, swallowed up by the thick fog below, and I was scared. Scared, because I was alone. Trapped. Cut off from the rest of the world. I considered turning back, retracing my steps through the forest, when I saw them up there. Two impossible figures, […]
Shivering, I enter the light. A surge of warmth washes me clean in an instant, wringing out my demons. They fall as shadows behind me, stretching outwards, growing thinner and thinner until they are almost gone…almost. Almost is enough. I can tear my thoughts free of dark things for a moment, to concentrate on you. […]
Originally posted on Angela Goff:
As part of the “Writing Family” series, I had the wonderful opportunity to interview Jennifer Gracen, author of the Seasons of Love books. Like many of us, Jennifer is a storyteller with a real passion for writing. Like most of us, she has also had her share of hard knocks, and trying times.…
Mechanical Cyclops, Rumbling out of the fog. Ugly, noisy, relentless, Your metal hide vibrates As you roll over unsteady ground. We pass, Two vessels in the night, Both on separate journeys, But united by the open road.
I don’t know what it’s like for you, but I have always been one of those people who find themselves on the outside. Quietly yearning to be a part of the group, while at the same time feeling strangely insecure about getting involved. In short, I tend to be the odd one out….