Anticipation broadens life. Stretches out those crystal moments before a good thing. Writing an experience to memory like pen to high quality paper. Moments of asking “what if?” and “how?”. Times that will never rise to quite the same heights. The extremes kept and all else lost to time. *** The taste of a delicious…

What was that noise in your your dark room? Do you want to look? Do you dare? It could be a burglar. It could be some previously unknown horror. Lurking just out of sight. *** Maybe it is better to think about something else. How about that local news? That guy got elected again, yeah,…

I heard an ignored elephant in the room does not grow smaller. I find this to be true. A person can walk around with fingers in their ears and eyes pressed shut. But the elephant remains and cannot fit itself through the door. People just sometimes prefer to pretend it doesn’t exist. It’s easier than…

Night would start to fall upon the forest. My young self would peer nervously from the campfire outside the family trailer. Trees looked different in the dark and hollows became gaping mouths or staring eyes. Worse still, was that tree someone had glued large plastic eyes to. Probably as a joke but not funny to…

There is something seriously wrong with the local county fair. Is it the same for you or just me? The colors never seem as bright on signs or amusements. The food never tastes as good and the size of the grounds seems to close in on itself. Maybe it will be the size of a…

Some lights are more fun than others. Halo, orb, rainbow. A pleasure to see at a light show. Expected and meant to impress. Much preferred to what one sees before blacking out. An unexpected last jolt of visual feedback that only one person can see. *** Sunlight is wonderful on a mild day. A warm…

I do not know around what time it happened. When the shape came to be. It surely did not start this way. But the signs of it stretch backwards further than I can follow. An accidental outcome of the consequences. Of when I was bent in life. *** Forced. *** It was never a sudden…

I let the dark pass by me. The color does not exist there. Devoid of all that might bring me joy. I don’t want that brush to belong to me. I have owned it before and the splinters remain under my skin. A momento to remember to not buy again no matter the shine of…