Slice of Life

There’s a creaking in the House.
CREAK CREAK
You go to check the back door. The screen door is closed. Practically untouched.
There’s a creaking in the House
CREAK CREAK
You go to check [+]

If you were to ask me in the month of October, “Laura – what are you afraid of?” you might expect a response that connects to the theme of Halloween. Maybe my fear during this fall celebration [+]

They said our life is in our own hands
They said our destiny is defined by our present actions
They said they will be there for me and together “we” will move on
They said with positivity [+]

As seasons change
The leaves fall
Time passes by
For us all
Who to trust?
Which way to turn?
Close your eyes and search within
Then you shall learn
Sadness fades
And [+]

Day 111; May 1st, 2020
They’re calling it “The Storm Of The Century,” now.
At first I didn’t take it seriously. “Tis the season,” I figured. It’s almost always rainy at this time [+]

Laying next to each other in silence. My fingers directing her eyes to the burning sunset. He [+]

I remember in elementary school having one teacher that had our class chant in unison over and over again, “April showers bring May flowers.” But I have no distinct memory of any significant [+]

Peels of thunder rock the world below, thin fingers of electricity curling from the skies into the ground, gripping it with a feverish yearning before winking out of sight.
She watches the [+]

I clutch tightly around the handle of my umbrella, relishing in my own dryness as I make my way down the city street. I am heading home from a day of sending out applications while slowly sipping [+]

The April showers cleansed our world completely. Like bleach, everything was disinfected. Nothing remained except for a sense of anticipation for the early morning dew, and the reintroduction of [+]

I’m continually amazed at the wonders of nature and in this part of the world the passing of the seasons is astounding.  The temperature, the amount of daylight, and the types of precipitation [+]

Excitement flows over me as I stand at the bow of the SSV Robert C. Seamans, the square-rigged research sailboat currently gliding through the dark ocean night. Salty air fills my nose and surrounds [+]