Mnightarrow

Household to be We stand together Me and you In the room with all the cracked walls And I’m not sure Who is holding the sledgehammer Who is holding the glue

Why are cares so heavy that matter most The chains and ropes and bonds we wrap around The illusions that our tender minds host Without knowing we are pinned to the ground Self control plans the future knots we tie Tighter and tighter, just short of an ache The clouds above us where we used to fly Only from the wind its amusements take I watch those who let the lines go and slip Into a breeze of moment by moment Passing through the blue, sailing colored ships Fluttering all their energies are spent In the pursuit of pleasure they can find While I envy that mindless state of mind

Driving to work in the morning I saw a leaf in my window Not a green leaf of spring But brown and withered and dry This survivor of a leaf That was stuck in my windshield Hung on for the rest of the week As if, though fallen It could not bear to die

Eat the Whole Bowl The brothers walked down the road with the sun slowly sinking at their backs. The eldest was named Gerry and the younger was named Ken. Padding along behind them came their cat, an old and mangy thing, which no one would believe was a magic cat that could speak once a day. Neither of them paid it any mind; it had been in their family since they could remember. The road was dusty because it was the dry season and a brown haze clung to their clothes. Sometimes one of them would pat themselves and the dirt would poof out in a cloud. After about an hour of walking, a fork in the road came up in front of them. At the fork th

Of Kings and Pawns " What's this? A miniature pet elephant? " The dock manager said sarcastically, looking at the tags on a rectangular box. The loading for the cruise ship wasn't going smoothly and he was in a bad mood. " Hey, some help please! " he screamed at two lounging workers nearby. They all had to strain their muscles to move the box to the storage area of the ship. " What? Did some old lady pack too much clothing? " They all laughed. A seagull cast its shadow across the men as they went back to work. Apathetically, the little, blond boy watched the movers drag crates into the hold. Three men strained on a rectangular one direc

The castle loomed up, metal fingers reaching for the sky. Behind the carriage, the iron portcullis slammed down, stood its guard against the outside. Wendy startled at the sound and looked out at her new home. It made her head hurt and she turned back into the carriage. The Hall was the home of Duke Sosety, his wife, Sybil Lize Anne, and his many servants and children. They were the only nobles for a hundred miles around and ruled without trouble over the peasants who worked in the fields below. Wendy was rescued from her death as an infant from where her parents had left her in the woods. Everyone else supposed she'd been a Gypsy baby; sh

Lost Things Again Laura looked at herself in the mirror, all shaggy blond hair and pale skin in her reflection, with a pair of deep blue eyes. Her mother said her eyes were mystical; Laura thought they were a nuisance considering all the comments she got about them. She stopped staring into the mirror and lit the three candles perched on her dresser. The flames flickered slowly to life. Laura smiled to herself, breathed the jasmine smell they put out, and opened her jewelry box. She rummaged around in it, making tinkling noises. She pulled out a pair of earrings and held them up. They didn't match her blouse. She put them away. Another p

Lost Things Ike whistled. His coffee mug spun round in the microwave. He used one of the single's packets because it was faster. It wasn't better than brewing, but being faster made it worthwhile. School would start in exactly twenty two minutes and three seconds. Ike hated being late to school. He hurried to finish packing his lunch and drink his coffee. In his room, everything was in its place. He had made his bed after getting up this morning. On his desk lay last night's homework, a chest he'd unlocked and found full of gold. He was sure it would get him another, yet another, A. He picked up his books and set them into his backpack.

Pusteblume In warm wind carried Without concern or worries A bit of seed still To the little girl in field The dandelion was a hope

Wrong Bottle Lucky Far off in the night Through the rushing whispers of traffic Saying sweet things to an autumn wind There called a train, a howl of a horn And clacking heart of tracked travel He lay in a puddle That chilled his ear around the edges And ran damp fingers in his hair Then the world spun as he sat up His hand Like some lost animal Searching for an owner who once held Its leash but fell far behind His hand felt around for that bottle He thought in some fuzzy way He had earlier this afternoon Before the dark behind his own eyes closed him into sleep Finally, with the smooth relief of glass He found it And bro