Pupil (an acrostic poem)


Perhaps the eyes are the mirror to the soul

Until you think about that little crack in the facade

Potentially that means your soul might be trying to break out

It could also mean that your soul doesn’t really want to be seen, breaking the glass

Leaving you either a prison to break free from or just broken


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The Tides Have Turned (a 100 word story)

I captured my true love’s heart playing among the ocean’s surf.  I was overjoyed, yet saddened at the same time.  She means so much to me, but I had wanted solitude at that moment.

I had left her last week, hoping the pain of our breakup would begin to dull.  Alas, here among those playful waves she worked her way back into my life.  Because of my devotion to her, she and I will go sailing far over the horizon together again.

This time I’ll make sure her waterlogged corpse doesn’t get loose and wash up on the beach again.


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The earth slowly passed beneath their feet, the trees almost tall enough for Jeremy and Angela to reach out and pluck their upper leaves.  Jeremy pulled the cord and the blower roared to life causing them to rise again, allowing the couple to gain more perspective on the world.  After a long burn the air started to have a slight chill, and the ground began to take on the appearance of a predominately lawn green quilt with asphalt stitching.  The red and orange balloon caught the flat sunlight and combined it with the fire within to glow like the fictional phoenix.  The irony wasn’t lost on Jeremy.

Jeremy let go of the cord and silence descended to join them as they floated westward.  The balloon’s glow faded a bit without the internal fire.  That brought a bitter smile to Jeremy’s lips.  He decided to let the balloon gently float downward for a bit as the gasses in the balloon’s envelope cooled.  He turned his focus to Angela who was peering intently at something in the distance.  “So you wanted some private time,” he said.  “I can’t get us much more private.”

Angela dropped her gaze to the ground below them.  “Is Tim still trailing us?” she asked.

“He’s good and we’re not flying very fast,” Jeremy said.  “He’ll be there when we touch down.  I can land us now if you want.  I just thought…”

Angela turned to face him, her tears cutting off his words.  “Not yet,” she practically whispered.  Her voice gained some volume.  “Please just a little more.  I forgot how beautiful it is.”  She turned back to stare away from Jeremy.

Jeremy pulled the cord and the balloon climbed again.  He took a half step towards Angela, but pulled back.  He looked up into the fiery circle of the burner, hoping the heat would evaporate his tears.

Thirty minutes of silence later Jeremy brought the balloon down for a soft landing near the road among the large circular hay bales of a recently harvested field.  Jeremy breathed in deep the sweet decaying sent, wanted to memorize the moment.  Angela turned to him and with two quick steps was in his personal space, kissing him on the cheek as her tears mixed with his.  “I’m sorry,” she said.  She wiped away their combined tears before stepping away.

An old Chevy truck drove up along the road and a man stepped out.  “How’d you like that darling?” he asked.

Angela rubbed at her face before she climbed out of the basket.  “That was great sweetie.  Thanks for tailing us,” she said.

Jeremy finished deflating the balloon, the colors becoming drab as it laid down on the ground.  “Yeah Tim, thanks,” Jeremy said.

“Let me help you pick this mess up,” Tim said with a touch of mirth in his voice.  “You get yourself in the truck darling.  I’ve got this.”

Angela shut the door of the truck with a loud staccato note.  “Yeah Tim,” Jeremy said.  “Yeah, you do.”

Emotional Waves (A 100 Word Story)

The ripples on the pond echoed the fluttering of my heart.  I couldn’t believe it.  What was I going to do with you gone?  It seemed so simple just yesterday.  You were standing in front of me right here, telling me you didn’t want me in your life anymore.  I was so angry.  I devoted every second to you, but all you ever wanted was more space.  Really?  Well now you have your space, and I’m coming to accept it.  Still I wonder if I could have done anything differently, like should I have buried you farther from the pond?