She promised herself she would not let it happen again. This was meant to be her final flop. Then she could resolve to change all the worst things about herself. If only her temper, or her tongue had not slipped, unmasking the rabid dog in her. If only this, if only that . . . … Continue reading Surrender seems to be the hardest word to me
Author: 2021aine
Put on a happy face
My family and friends have never seen me smile naturally. I do not do it to be deceitful; I just feel pressured to keep up appearances. It is what most people expect from you. It reassures them you are not about to lash out or to suddenly take a bite out of their arm. If … Continue reading Put on a happy face
Fix
The first of the day. I notice the bitterness before the frothy milk or warmth, then sigh ecstatically. My caffeinated blood thins, rushes, and pounds through the rooms in my heart with greater urgency. The rhythmic drumming of a washing machine in mid-cycle fills my ears and a confused comfort comes with the after effect … Continue reading Fix
Inept
If I had Aaron’s witto say what’s on my mind,I’d tell you all within my soul,things only God will find. I’d say the things I dare not say,And probably never will:My greatest fears,regrets,or dreamsforever unfulfilled. I’ve been burned before, you see,In fact, multiple times.A fitting punishment for being socially inept,If it is a crime . … Continue reading Inept
Blessed are the slow
Why, oh Lord, did you make me slow?Are there just some things I ought not to know?I guess even gardens need some time to grow . . .Why oh why did you make me slow? I guess it keeps my heart from stopping,so I don’t need no pills a popping,when I see nosy neighbours dropping … Continue reading Blessed are the slow
Maybe it’s the music
I spot you from the door of the bar. You do not notice me just yet, but I busy myself taking you in as I wait to be seated at your table. You are at your favourite spot – by the window because you love to watch the streets, especially at this time. Up against … Continue reading Maybe it’s the music
Morning coffee
Nancy looked around the square from her bar table, at the serenely active locals who strolled down the streets paved with marble and she could not imagine leaving. Their clothes ranged from tailored casual shirts and chinos to flowing satin dresses which seemed more appropriate for an evening out. She admired the freshly cut stalk … Continue reading Morning coffee
Dust
We watched you sweep the kitchen floor,when the notion to do so would occur.Your frustration cut to the core,with worn-out sighs and murmurs. Through grinded teeth, you bent your back.The job had to be done . . .And now and then a burdened breathwould push the drudgery on. Between the chairs and under the table,You … Continue reading Dust
Céilí
How long had it been? Well, excluding her sister’s wedding, it had probably been about twenty years. This side of Irish culture she dreaded. It sometimes reminded her of the final day of a wake – a social obligation full of decrepit neighbours and relatives inhaling tea and sandwiches. The well laid out corpse of … Continue reading Céilí
Mother and child
She appeared to me in a dream as if I had walked in and disturbed her meditation, but there was no room of which to speak, and no icon to adore; only she who was seated in a sort of butterfly pose – legs crossed, back straight, shoulders at perfect ease. Her hands however rested … Continue reading Mother and child
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