I remember the trip to the mountain more than the mountain itself.
Once a year, my brother and I are awakened at the ungodly hour of 5 a.m. We stumble in the back seat of the 4-door Pontiac with pillows and blanket and sleep off and on for the next two and a half hours. But I only doze. The excitement of what is ahead is too stimulating for sleep. Continue reading
Judith strolled past the stores of the old town with disinterest.
“Mandy, why did you bring us here?” she moaned. “This is a virtual ghost town.” Judith surveyed the grungy bungalow-type buildings; the unkempt road; and the dearth of any human beings. If she wasn’t such a practical, no-nonsense sort of person, she’d be freaked. Continue reading
Although I see the pixie face at the window, I widen my eyes in the dark, disbelieving.
The entire tiny form then somehow squeezes through the fractionally opened window. A cold November air has swiftly turned the bedroom frigid, causing me to burrow deeper into my flannel sheets, but my eyes remain outside the comforter.
In the 2.a.m-dark-room, I watch the silvery shadow move swiftly from window ledge to underneath the bed.
She’s back! Continue reading
I once flew, before I knew I couldn’t.
Not in a mechanical metal device,
but in my own voluminous state of being.
When I was young, I flittered with gossamer wings
moving the air … and me.
I flew back then, you know.
No one else believes me,
but my memory is clear and concrete. Continue reading
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