Welcome to My World
In all walks of life, we guzzle Oh, how we love to sit and guzzle As babes at our mother’s breast We’d take her milk and guzzle As children playing with the rest We’d offer juice and guzzle As adults in our Sunday best We’d fill our glass and guzzle Our … Continue reading The Ghazal about Guzzling
(LIGHTS UP. The scene is in a rectangular room with beige walls and wooden floors. There's a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling that looks somewhat out of place, a door to the left that leads outside, and an archway to the right that leads to the rest of the house. In the center of … Continue reading Mom’s Rocking Chair: A Play
I never asked to be filled with strawTo stand for hours in a barren fieldArms outstretched to the crowsAs they caw laughter I never asked to be remadeWith nothing left insideBut this bleeding heartWrapped in a flannel shirt I only wanted to learnTo talk with those above meAnd gain their wisdomOn what it means to be human But … Continue reading The Scarecrow’s Lament
Another day has dawned. My clock reads "6:45", but no one's changed it in months, so there's no telling what the actual time is. All I know is that I can see sunlight peeking in through the window above the sink. I like that window. It's directly across from me and is my only glimpse … Continue reading The Microwave
++++The next morning found Catori and Kane in the small dining room off the main lobby of the hotel. Jeremy, who was still on shift, brought them coffee and cold bagels as they outlined their plan. ++++"Our old training facility is below a field in rural Oklahoma, just outside of Tulsa. If we leave tonight, … Continue reading Catori: Part 3 (END)
The room was pitch-black when Cat awoke, and it took a minute for her to remember what had happened. Bolting upright, she searched the area around her for something to use as a weapon. The sofa was scratchy and firm, and there didn't seem to be anything on it but an old blanket. … Continue reading Catori: Part 2
Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz! The vibrating phone fell off the nightstand with a crash loud enough to wake the dead, and Cat certainly felt dead. She groaned and reached for the phone as it started buzzing a second time, not bothering to look as she answered it with a yawn. … Continue reading Catori: Part 1
