The sixteen-year-old boy got up from his seat and made his way to the classroom window that faced the entrance of the school.
“Take a picture if you want,” his teacher said.
So, he got out his cell phone and snapped away.
“He’s in handcuffs,” his friend says. “They just stuffed him in the back of the car. I heard he punched a policeman.”
The boys aren’t scared, just intrigued. And proud. For their police officers caught the boy before he shot up the school. But they aren’t sure he had a gun. They just imagine.
The boy tells his mother the story of what happened during his graphic design class while she surveys his pictures of red and blue lights. She imagines.
And she questions. Why are children in a nice, suburban school, so disturbed? These are the things they don’t tell us.
Unfortunately, this is a true story as I have a sixteen-year-old boy that snapped pictures from his classroom window of a boy being arrested and handcuffed. This was just a few days after the Uvalde shooting. I believe we need some commonsense gun laws, but we also need to address mental health and what is inspiring children and young adults to be driven to such violence.
Written for Prosery Monday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today Lisa asks us to include the line “These are the things they don’t tell us,” in a piece of prose (not poetry) that is no more than 144 words in length. The line is from Girl Du Jour, from Notes on Uvalde. It’s a powerful read!!
It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub where Linda asks us to write a 44-word poem using the word (or some form of) “Browse”.
I also incorporated the #vss365 Twitter prompt #unforeseen and tweeted it! If some of the lines sound familiar, I pulled them from two of my former Twitter poems to create this strange quadrille!
The painting hangs crooked on the wall
the sky bellows upside down
I turn my tongue
as I browse
tendrils of time
savoring salt and river rocks
The waves rise up #Unforeseen
and bold words
rain in oblique lines
with meanings scrambled
It’s been a little while since I’ve posted here as I’ve been super busy on the home front with a funeral (my cousin recently passed from ovarian cancer), celebrating the arrival of my niece’s new baby, and a fun family reunion in Branson, Missouri. I’ve also been working on some freelance projects on the side, with only a small amount of time for my Twitter poetry.
I am excited to announce two of my poems related to #armywife life has been accepted into Wounds I Healed anthology which is due out in early June!! There is an upcoming Live discussion on Twitter Space led by the Editor Gabriela Marie Milton @shortprose and Publisher Ingrid Wilson @Experimentsinfc on the anthology scheduled for June 4 at 10am ET. (Click here to read more!)
Check out my latest tweets including info on my recent submission of my novella, The Light in the Cave, into the Page Turner Awards contest for screenplay adaptation!! 🤞🤞🤞
I make my way through painted forests and follow the path
of the rising light, as it twists and turns behind tremulous trees,
I fall to my knees
and examine old ground
still teeming with life
still rooted in dreams.
Written for Poetics Tuesday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Mish hosts and introduces us to Ukrainian artist, Vika Muse. Mish writes: “During this unfathomable yet very real situation in her homeland, let us bask in the light of her artistry and be a reflection of light with our words.”
The work of Vika Muse can be found on Instagram at @get.muse and is featured on the website http://www.inprnt.com
For those who aren’t on twitter and haven’t heard, my cousin, who is just 52, was diagnosed with ovarian cancer a short time ago. She is currently in ICU after enduring multiple blood clots and then a rare reaction to her blood thinner.
I am amazed that it took her doctors so long to give her a proper diagnosis as she was having symptoms such as bloating, abdominal pain, leg and feet pain and loss of appetite for some time. Ovarian cancer is often not caught until it’s in advanced stages so it’s important to know the signs and symptoms. She mistakenly chalked a lot of her symptoms up to a horrible menopause. If you are interested in reading more about the signs and symptoms of this silent killer, you can go here.
I’m traveling with my husband to Fort Riley, Kansas while he’s in Army training and also trying to entertain my son during his spring break, so have had little time for writing. But Misky’s Twiglet #271 with prompt “tangled threads” inspired this short write! Let’s all enjoy the dream of today!!
Unravel tangled threads Let the sky collapse in waves
we’re just ticking machines moaning with moonquakes
eyes buried / beneath the bed
will we ever collide in full-bodied hot flesh?
Please continue reading the rest of the poem at MasticadoresUSA . Once there, you will find more beautiful poems curated by the talented editor Gabriela Marie Milton.
A note about synchronicity and seeing the time 11:11. I believe I get intuitive or “angel messages” when I notice repeating numbers. I am a Christian and believe in the Bible, but I am also intrigued with metaphysical ideas. Synchronicity and frequency are two ideas I have researched and even written about in my novella, The Light in the Cave.
Thank you to Gabriela for featuring my work.
Sharing with dVerse Poets Pub for Open Link Night. Come join us!