A baby girl sits in the pouch of her mom’s front carrier. Fool’s gold glitters on the ground and stuck in the walls of a cave. Sparkling like treasure far beyond it’s actual value. Bright enough to draw the attention of other little kids. Scrambling around with their little fingernails at any pieces within reach.…

A leech acts how a leech should. Behavior dictated by nature. Forced to subsist off of others for survival its entire life. Not only that it knows no different but could not physically survive otherwise. Quickly left to die if all other creatures left its territory. Some might question the right for it to exist…

Logically, it makes sense that those more vulnerable are more susceptible to negative service changes. Even if some people do not want to believe it. They would rather blame societal laziness and lack of effort. Insisting that some things are only done in the name of convenience and a luxury. That there are other options…

Thank you for reading. The little peeps through the keyhole of another’s life even if alien. Coming back every once in awhile out of curiosity. Or those that regularly check in out of sight. The silent watchers that absorb all. Transient as morning fog. *** Thank you to the subscribers. Those that tell their interest…

A list of the little things that I do not know to miss until they are gone (permanently or temporary): The presence of a pet. Breathing through my nose. Being able to pee properly. A pain free back. A pain free neck. The way a tree shades a window. The noise of a sibling in…

It is not my fault when he comes back smelling like vodka. The stress too much to want to deal with. Future long devoured by the past. Progress too painful to face. Consequences be damned. A habit that I will never change for him. *** It is not my fault when he does not show…

Thank you for fulfilling a need. Providing a space to thrive. A reason to break the bars on the cage I have designed for myself. To leave the dark cave of a bedroom I could stay in for hours on end. Lit by artificial light meant to simulate what was missing when I had given…

There’s something odd about medical ads. Big text about living with an ailment. Smile on face like one would have during a party with friends. Sometimes with a real name behind the face but always with purpose. A precise play for something more. A facade. *** Perhaps it’s like visiting a circus. People with rare…

I am from nostalgic books. My entertainment and childhood companions, Freedom and illusion, Fiction is where I am from. *** I am from, “Why aren’t you trying harder.” And “I am proud of you.” From my Dad and Mom Saying, “You can do better.” and “You are enough.” **” I am from hospital visits, Unwanted…

Dear Samba, I’m sorry I will no longer be able to feed you walnuts to cheer you or scratch your itchy head myself. Listen to you bird purr as you eat popcorn or feel you rubbing on my towel after a shower. Sing to music or scream like a little girl at a random airplane…