Scribbles #35

The little boy peered through the parted branches. What he saw scared him, confused him. He had been tending the flock when he first heard the singing. A weird kind of singing, an off melody, a little screechy causing rippling strange shivers in his...

Behind the IP Address

I know her only through words.  Words she strings in sentences that fatten into paragraphs hinting at the woman behind the IP address.  She writes about her life, her heartache, her hopes.  I can feel her tears, hear her sighs, see her frowns; ...

Influx Inspired

Our Influx posted a blog on which I couldn't comment. Her posting was a flawless execution, as all her writings are, of her wonderings why it is difficult for all of us to be our authentic selves. After reading her piece, I found myself mute unable to...

Scribbles #34

Oh this is not good, I whisper, as I stare at myself in the mirror.  What was in that smoothie she offered me?  Nah, not to worry, probably a slight case of indigestion, I logically explain to myself, bound to clear up by tomorrow. A strange...

What do I want to say?

What do I want to say on these white pristine pages?  Out of habit I continue to write in a lined exercise book, retype it into cyber and then post.  This book gives me solace.  It is I and it together in perfect communion.  This is where I express my...

An Open Letter to a Liar

It is pitch black.  I know, sense other presences although I cannot see them.  There is no tiny glimmer of light perhaps to form shadows.  Although I have been here for awhile, my eyes continue to register deep all encompassing dark.   On the sides,...

What's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong!

In my thirties I studied psychology. I read voraciously, poured over Freud, Adler and Jung.   At the time I truly believed that the answers were there. It took some time to realize it but one day I noticed that I was looking at everyone and...

Glorious Drama

Wherever people gather there will be drama. Whenever people communicate there will be confusion. Whenever people reach out there will be misunderstandings. This is our glory, this is our sadness. It is our glory because no matter how others...

Please Understand Me

I am shouting. I am yelling as loud as I am able. I go closer to you hoping you will hear me better. The noise I am creating pounds in my ears, vibrates in my body, thunders in my mind. It beats within my chest resounding, echoing throughout my heart. ...