Blind (an acrostic poem)


Believe in what cannot be seen

Leave the mundane behind and fly with gossamer wings

Infuse your life with the magic around you

Nothing can really hold you back when you brace the impossible

Don’t hesitate and close your eyes and see

Love is Blind? (a 100 word diatribe)

Bob bristled at Angie’s comment.

“Love isn’t blind,” he said.  “Love sees everything.  Every wart, every defect.  Everything.  Love just accepts all those things and keeps giving hugs.  Love wants to show you that it’s okay to not be perfect, to fail, to do something stupid.  Love is there to be wounded, kicked to the teeth, and spit upon.  That’s why love is considered folly by some and ludicrous by others, but in the end, love wants to see you be the best you you can be.”

“But Charlie is blind in the book,” Angie said.

“But his love isn’t.”



Broken? (a short Easter story)

Pierce pointed at Jenny’s broken locket.  “Why do you wear that stupid old broken thing?” he asked.  “It’s Easter.  Shouldn’t you wear a cross, or do you not believe?”

Jenny shook her head.  She lifted up the locket, its hinge mostly broken, never to close again, its contents lost to the world.  “I wear this because I believe.”

“What?  You don’t make any sense.”

Jenny pointed at Pierce’s cross.  “That is a symbol of sacrifice and death.”

“Uh, yeah?  That’s the whole idea.”  Pierce’s eyes rolled up into his head so hard it almost sounded like a slot machine spinning..  Once they returned to normal he continued.  “God sent his son as the final sacrifice.  I thought you said you believed.”

“I do.  This represents the empty tomb.  That means death is conquered.  I am saved as long as I believe in this.  That’s why my locket is empty and can’t be closed back up.”

Pierce stumbled a bit mentally as he processed what just happened.  “So what you’re saying is?”

“Without this,” she lifted her broken locket, “that,” she pointed at the cross, “is just a gory end to a magnificent man.”

“Where can I get one of those?” Pierce asked.

Jenny folded her arms in front of her.  “I thought you said it was stupid.”

“Once I was blind, but now I see?”

She shoved his shoulder.  “That was bad.”

Peirce laughed.  “Happy Easter?”

Jenny joined in is laughter.  “Happy Easter.”



Summer Sensations

Matt closed his eyes and reached out with his other senses.  The rustle from behind him could be that stupid squirrel that Katie had said stole some of his lunch last week.  At least it sounded the same to Matt.  It had been a week, and to be honest, he hadn’t really been paying attention to exactly how that stupid squirrel had sounded anyway.

Still Matt let his imagination wander just like the critter was doing behind him.  Katie was definitely missing out today.  The smell of freshly bloomed lilacs perfumed the air and amplified the lovely warm feeling of the sun playing along his face.  He broke out into a smile and stood up; knowing his lunch break was almost over.  Matt began to whistle as he whipped out his white cane and began tapping to the beat while feeling his way back to the office.  Katie must have been blind to miss out on an afternoon like this.

A Blind Spot

The moonlight danced among the crystalline, crisp snow, yet Len couldn’t see any of it.  Still Claudia’s voice brought the scene alive for him.  “There is almost a hint of color peeking out here and there,” she said.

Len gripped her hand even tighter.  “That sounds wonderful,” he said.

“Oh my goodness, I’m sorry,” Claudia said.

Len turned in Claudia’s direction.  “Why are you sorry?” he asked.

“I keep describing things in…”  Claudia ran out of words to say.

Len smiled, reached out, and found Claudia’s face.  He caressed her cheek.  “Claudia, that’s one of the reasons I spend time with you.”  He pointed at his own face.  “You forget about this.  Too many people won’t do that.”

Claudia went on her tippy toes and gave Len a kiss on his cheek.  “They’re fools,” she said.

Len leaned forward and Claudia me him half way for a longer, more passionate kiss.  Claudia began to move away after the kiss, but Len held her close.  “I want to let you in on a little secret,” he said.  “I can see a bit.  Shadows, a bit of movement right in front of me.”

“But I thought you were blind,” Claudia said.  “Why would you say?”  Claudia trailed off, her confusion not only on her face but in her voice.

Len chuckled.  “I am blind.  It doesn’t mean that I can’t see anything,” he said.  “It just means I see so poorly that I have to have remarkable women describe the gorgeous but very chilly night.”

Claudia smiled and Len just stood there.  Claudia then realized that her smile was not communicating what she felt, so she leaned in and gave him another kiss.  “Maybe we should get out of the cold then,” she said.

Len didn’t respond right away, looking like he was pondering the offer.  After a minute, Claudia gave him a playful hit to his shoulder.  “Really?  You trying to give me the cold shoulder?” she asked.

“Ah, the twist of a phrase into a pun.  You know the way to my heart,” Len said.  He kissed her again.  “I agree.  Where do you want to go?  I heard McCarty’s has a great late night menu.”

Claudia bit her lip before responding.  “Nah.  How about my place?” she asked.  “I’m sure we could warm up nicely there.”

Len shivered, but not from the cold.  “That sounds like an excellent plan,” he said.  He offered his arm.  “Lead the way.”

Claudia took the proffered arm with hers.  “Oh, and I have a couple of halogen lights.  Maybe we can play with what you can see.”

“Offering to make a blind person see?” Len asked.  “Now that sounds like a miracle I just have to experience.”  Len leaned over and gave Claudia a kiss on the top of her head.  “Lead on.  I am eager to play.”

“Me and you both,” Claudia said as she led him onward.

A Look Within

Alice felt her way down the dark hallway.  Her left hand used a stick to sweep in front of her low, while her right hand trailed along the wall itself.  The wall was stucco, so her fingers felt tingly as they brushed the highs and lows in the plaster.  A gentle odor of mildew and something rotten was in the air lightly, which gave a slight fuzzy sensation in the back of her mouth.  Her son must have dropped his gym bag in the laundry room and not done a thing with it.  Teenagers!  Still, the soft shooshing ahead reassured her she was almost to the end of the hallway.

As Alice entered the laundry room, she heard a thud from behind her followed by a muffled curse.  There was a click in the hallway as she turned toward the commotion.  “What happened Arnold?” she asked.

“I stubbed my toe on the doorjamb,” Arnold replied.

Alice shook her head and turned back to the laundry room.  “Maybe you should have watched where you were going,” she said as she felt her way to the washer.  She sat down on the stool in front of it and opened the door.  She reached for the clothes basket, but it wasn’t where it should have been.  “Arnold, where did you put the basket?”

Arnold came down the hallway and joined her in the laundry room.  “Sorry, I left it in front of the dryer,” he said as he put it where it belonged to the left of the washer.

Alice pulled the basket into place in front of the open door and pulled out the wet contents.  The smell left on the clothes was a nice clean scent, but the clothes themselves felt a bit plasticy, like maybe a bit too much water was left in them.  She put them back into the washer and closed the door.  She placed the basket back where it belonged and turned the dial on the washer.  “Is that on spin?” she asked.

Arnold peered over her shoulder.  She could feel his warmth on her back, and she smiled.  “Yeah mom, right on the dot.  That’s pretty good for an old blind woman,” he said.

Alice gave him a soft elbow to his stomach.  “Just remember this old blind woman didn’t stub her toe, unlike my sighted clumsy teenaged son,” she said.

“But you left the lights off,” Arnold replied.

“And that’s my problem how?” Alice asked.  She stood up and cupped his face.  She could feel the smile on his lips and smiled herself.  She felt was one blessed lady.