Dog Days of Summer
What is there to say? Photographs by Shari Marshall – 2018
What is there to say? Photographs by Shari Marshall – 2018
Sometimes I wonder Why Behind eyelids I see you; like a young child you unknowingly walk away I cry because I miss you I hope innocence saved you from pain like I felt Remember I remember so much, but feel so little Learning to live estranged My hands grope in the darkness for a body… Continue reading Not to be recovered
The desk around me is littered with stationary debris. The isolation created by half-walls isn’t lost on me. I feel uninvited as I sit here, a squatter at someone else’s desk, casting about for inspiration. However, I find nothing under the dim lighting beyond the impression of stormy clouds nor can I find anything in… Continue reading Lacking Inspiration for a Creative Artist
The hot liquid rolls through my mouth punctuating its presences with a sharp pungent taste that makes that first sip shocking. I’m not interesting in noticing any of the finer features in my mug today because I am feeling a little bitter this morning. One of my favourite coffee mugs has a rather long crack… Continue reading Coffee & Inevitability
Photo’s by Shari Marshall – 2018
With the utmost love I refer to my youngest son as a demon sent straight from hell to torment me. With that in mind, I can’t afford to be one of those parents who suffers with shame when my child does the unthinkable because I would be continuously ricocheting off the walls of those long… Continue reading Warning!
My bedroom is shrouded in twilight. The sounds of tiny feet shuffling on the carpet breaches the silence. I pretend to get a few more minutes of sleep. The bed rustles and tiny bodies slide against my sides still warm from their own sleeps. I sigh inwardly wondering when their internal alarms will stop sounding… Continue reading Twilight Walkers
Z is not the end of the alphabet! – The Space Between Bookstore presented by A to Z 100 word stories
Z is not the end of the alphabet! When people ask me, “if you could go anywhere in the world where would you go?” I tell them, “The Space Between.” I never add any explanation beyond a practiced smile, who would believe me anyway? I’ve been back to the bookstore’s exterior a number of times… Continue reading Z is not the end of the alphabet! – The Space Between Bookstore presented by A to Z 100 word stories
Yearning I’ll always question how it ended. Olivia blindfolded me. It was soft and silky. Glitter guided me. I followed unresisting to the front of the bookstore blindfolded as if I might see something I shouldn’t or perhaps remember the way back. Heightened senses made the worn carpet feel like grass. The air smelled rich… Continue reading Yearning – The Space Between Bookstore presented by A to Z 100 word stories
X-Factor Everything felt like a dream. Only the park bench beneath me felt real. I sat waiting for the sign on the bookstore to read open. I sat day after day. The sign never changed. The door remained locked. The possibilities of what was going on inside was endless. Glitter’s smile and Olivia’s hug of… Continue reading X-Factor – The Space Between Bookstore presented by A to Z 100 word stories