First thing today, is to figure out how he will love her. He loves her, that isn’t the question. But how would he show her? Yesterday, it was with a small note, I love you handwritten on it that hid underneath her tea cup. A teacup he picked out for her and filled with blackContinue reading “It Was Good”
Category Archives: Prose Diaries
Gargoyle
I fill my mouth with water and spit it into the sink. The water swirls around and disappears down the drain. They say all drains lead to the ocean.
Home Alone
Today has been my first day home alone in an empty house. Alone. The only sounds I hear are the washer and the air purifier. It’s musical. When my husband first left with the kiddos I felt like a kid in the candy store. I was rushing around trying to figure out what I wantedContinue reading “Home Alone”
Island Man
“I don’t know if I’m found.” “What do you mean seems like you have everything you need” “I don’t know if I’m found?v “Ok, that is something you have to figure out on your own. Let me know though, I’m interested.” -Saschia
Cafe Stories
The cafe is slow and steady but my writing is sporadic, hiding between thoughts of four hundred word challenges and how I have to get the hair out of the bathroom sink. Images from “The Ring” whistle by and I notice a wasp kill a random bug outside the cafe window. Or maybe it wasContinue reading “Cafe Stories”
My Motivation
My motivation to write is my family. I write for our future for healing from our past. I write for our dreams and aspirations. I want the best for us. I want for us to grow together and to always share a table. Every word I hope, adds to our growth in spirit and inContinue reading “My Motivation”
Acceptance
I love my life and accept that most days I’m not going to check everything off the list and that is ok.
Still Written
There are many times I give away my time to write. I give it and give it and give till I’m writing 10 words and starving for solitude. I know I should hang on tighter to my time to write. I should be more demanding but it’s such a slippery thing. It shifts and moldsContinue reading “Still Written”
Just an Ordinary Day
The cafe had steady business. It just got all new furniture dark wooden tables and chairs. Every seat was taken besides a few that were in the middle of it all. Coffee scent stained my sweater and the scarf I wore in but realized it was too warm. I tossed it beside my leg onContinue reading “Just an Ordinary Day”
The Weight of His Kiss
He smiled then pressed his lips against hers and in that moment she knew she’d be stuck trying to understand the weight of his kiss for years to come. -Saschia
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