At the library-
the bane of every bibliopole-
‘Treasures’ are for the taking.
The true value of a book
isn’t physically tangible.
Because of this,
imagination, and aspirations,
Can never be stolen
But rather surrendered by pseudointellectuals.
Her lineage was exclusively thalassic but today would hold her last sight of the merciless sea that had claimed her father.
With her valuables in tow, she set off for mountains never looking back. As the air grew thinner, she breathed deeply inspired most by leaving tautology on the beach.
You mustn’t rule over anyone who does not, in some way, grant you that sacred authority.
Granddad took me along fishing lots,
I loved that time we shared.
So, whether we caught any fish at all
Was not something I ever cared.
He taught me which were perfect lures,
And laughed when I got snagged.
I’ll never forget his prideful face
When he showed off the lunker I bagged.
Now I take my grandkids there
To “dunk a worm” and share a bond.
Making memories like my own,
With Gramps down by the pond.
She watched her children tossing the crunchy leaves in the air as the dogs danced on hindlegs trying to catch them and smiled. The newly discovered lump in her breast would wait until tomorrow. It could mean nothing.
“Worrying is the opposite of living.”
Cally uncontrollably fidgeted in her seat next to Great-Grandmama while waiting her turn at the Annual Public Speaking Contest for Middle Schoolers. Great-Grandmama-her biggest fan-had helped her practice and prepare for weeks.
Out-of-nowhere an ancient arm tenderly settled around her shoulders and the matriarch whispered into her ear, ” You’re letting those collywobbles take you over. Turn those little devils in your tummy into “Callywobbles” and own those suckers!”
Justin’s ADHD made his mind run amok with persistent thoughts, so he channeled his extraordinary energy through creative manual labor. That helped him sleep better but whatever would he do once his body grows old?