The Write Time

Have you ever noticed the different views people have on what’s empty? A ketchup bottle, for example, meant to stand right side up, gets stood upside down to get out the remnants. Those remnants which are gooey and watery and icky: I don’t want to fight the bottle. This battle also led to buying relish…

I am plunged into anonymity by the velvety darkness. The clanging noises of the day are suddenly hushed. Noisy people with their bulging eyes seeking to see into the lives of others, with ears highly tuned to hear even the whispered thoughts of those they meet, with mouths open wide, waiting to spread gossip like…

When I was a little girl I would lay on my back in the freshly-cut grass, smelling the juices from each sheared-off blade. As I looked up into the sky I would watch the clouds being buffeted by the gentle breeze as shapes were formed. Look! There’s an elephant – or a horse – or…

Close your eyes while FallLeaves, snowflakes lie in silent deathLet summer air fill your lungs:Take in a deep, long breath. Dark skies above your headAre full of radiant starsNamed by ancient peoplesConstellations placed in inky tar. They follow the commands ofThe seasons and the wind.The sun by day; the moon by nightDancing the same rhythms…

We all have pain in our lives. We all struggle with memories we wish we could forget. We compare our lives to the lives of others and wonder why their lives seem so simple and good and pain-free. Ours are complicated and bad and full of agony. At times the darkness surrounding us is complete.…