Mama, there is no easy path to ride into your Indian summers. Autumn is upon you now but you stoutly refuse to put on your coat or stop swimming in the ocean. Storms may come, but you insist you can mold any wave with your spirit that still sees itself riding mustangs in the desert, … Continue reading Mama, Autumn Comes
The first month of my stay also resulted in the beginning of relationships between me and the gray clad maids of the house. At first, my ultra nice room didn’t come with servants. It had been all Roman could do to push the room on me, let alone people who would wait in me, one … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 68
You're not getting out. Not from this, anyways. The land doesn't allow shacks with stone foundations, or even dirt. No home. Just fines. Because it devalues the mansion besides it. You pay the price but do not own the land. It takes you whole, demands you give more and more slices of a pie that's … Continue reading For Free
I forgot that honey makes me think of you. Your mother horded all her harvested honey in jars on the highest cuboard, though she had sworn a life of sugar, dairy, meat, and wheat celibacy. Honey was all she had left. Honey for another day. But you'd take down a jar, when you'd make me … Continue reading Honey
Tell me how to fix my drug. I'll gladly yield my chains to the pill that gives me no high, no pleasant side effect, just the ability to almost almost feel normal. So tell me how to fix my drug. Tell me to take walks in the sunlit muse of evergreens and myrtle trees, and … Continue reading Tell Me How To Fix My Drug
Electricity changes from month to month, But, on average: 100...Maybe. Garbage: 20 Phone: 48 Car Insurance…we’ve been in too many wrecks. Medication: 50 something That changes all the time But I’m mostly ashamed that I even have it. Gas: 200 More insurance: 93 Because it’s illegal to not have enough. Groceries: I don’t want to … Continue reading Budget
Despite having seen several showcases of fire, wind, earth, and water magic at the summer festival, and occasionally from a street performer on my trips to market, I didn’t feel like I’d gotten the amount of magic that Nehcor bragged about so heartily. He’d made it sound like I’d be walking down Diagon Alley in … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 67
Take me. I'm too sleepy to be fit for initiative. The world about me roars and churn, but all I wish is to be, drifting along my cool river through summer trees, bills and papers floating past me. Don't try to inspire me. What action can one, who is caught up in breathing and trying … Continue reading Take Me
Scrape me off till I'm just bone, no muscles left to ache. Leave me limp on somewhere soft and in the sun to bake. Pop my joints, let nothing stick to aggravate or scorn. And when I'm done resting in peace, put me back once more.
A ghost walked through my door, tagged along by a tiny, three-year old responsibility, and asked me nothing, but heavily implied and sagged until I offered a bed. A ghost walked through my door, heavy, weary, with echoes of drugs in my head, medical or otherwise, waiting till I offered food to announce that she … Continue reading Bringing in a Homeless
Author T.S. Lowe 