I had locked myself in with my thoughts. The cell doors around me popped open and the cacophony of shotgun-like bangs lit the hallway with sound. The noise meant my fellow firehouse girls were home from work. I heard them stomping down the hall, our boots a trademark of the FireCamp program. They were wearing the fire-resistant monstrosities inside the unit because Mr. Ham was … Continue reading the funeral
A really long time ago, I issued the first Rarasaur playtime challenge. I asked my readers to volunteer themselves, and promised I would write a limerick about them. I did almost all, but left one out. That reader– Jessie, of Behind the Willows— was one of my original 100 readers. Despite my failure to complete my own mission, she still stuck by me. And she … Continue reading ❤melt : i was there
And then he died. Without explanation. Without her. Suddenly. While she was away. It was kidney failure. It was wife failure. I am so sorry. Thank you for your patience as I find my way out of the final pages of this love story. Thud. . . . * . . . * . . . * . . . * . . . * … Continue reading #ALoveStory
Mail is late and we’ve already been locked in for the night. A letter is kicked under the cell door. “Just one today,” the officer ponders, “Maybe they all stopped loving you.” I laugh, a low peal of chuckles– revealing as much about my comfortable relationship with him as my confidence in my world. His booming male-guffaw follows him down the hall. I pick the … Continue reading ❤melt : everything’s gonna be okay
The simple truth is, I love him. Sometimes I type his number onto my cellphone just to stare at it. Just to remind myself to breathe. In prison, I would sign up for a phone slot and sit in the booth for all fifteen minutes– just to stare at his number on my hand. I don’t press the button to connect because I don’t need … Continue reading ❤melt: the simple truth
I don’t really know Mr. Levi. He’s a correctional officer at the prison where I spent 9 months of my incarcerated journey but he was never assigned to my particular units or zones. I glimpsed him, once or twice, making the old women in the med lines blush when he complimented their hair. He seemed nice, but he really wouldn’t be able to tell me … Continue reading where’re you goin’?
Relax. This is just a blog post. You’ve posted before. Over a thousand times, actually. You’re a little rusty, sure. It’s been over 400 days since you so much as glimpsed the internet… but you don’t need a license to be a blogger so it’s not like you expired. And it’s not as if they can revoke your blog if you post something foolish. I … Continue reading this is not a test.