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A Thing for Words A lifelong writer's second-chance journey to a literary life

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A Thing for Words · 3d ago

I Fell Again Today

I fell again today. Not a little trip or slip, but a real live death spiral. I didn’t even bother to look behind me to see the long trail of smoke, tight where I was, expanding to blot out t...
A Thing for Words · 6d ago

What We Talk About When We Talk About…

Maybe someday we can shelter out of the heat to talk about this thing that binds people together in the way ropes might, or even transplants, like giving one kidney to another. Yeah, that th...
A Thing for Words · 1W ago

When When Is Not a Question

When I thought I stood strong, you showed how I was brittle. When I tried to be softer, you crushed me at my middle. When I made the effort to listen, you would not converse. When I reached ...
A Thing for Words · 2W ago

Staring At the Sun As If Through a Smoke Hole

Miriam Buskirk pulled her mother away from the front room of their cabin and said, “Joshua just sits there staring. He sits so closely and stares at the fire. He lays in the fields at noon a...
A Thing for Words · 2W ago

The Scars That Never Stop Hurting

He didn’t know how to make peace with his past. What offering of acceptable remorse exists when the past, in whatever personage or spirit, listens naught and averts its eyes at the mere thou...
A Thing for Words · 2W ago

Not Yet

Sometimes I fear I am right there within its reach, feel its warm breath or cool shadow on my skin, and wonder if I should surrender to its embrace. Would it be so bad to finally offer mysel...
A Thing for Words · 3W ago

The Last Wave

Last I saw you was in that parking lot. You waved and I almost cried like a tot trying not to run after you once more and rap on and open that car door. Because you know I always would. And ...
A Thing for Words · 3W ago

Carolina Blue

The sky claims the upper third of the view in the blue that bears its name. The bottom of the scene, the blue-gray roadway, stretches out ahead like the world’s longest pair of jeans, top-st...
A Thing for Words · 3W ago

April, So Cruel

The rain’s laying its restorative hands upon the lands surrounding my old house. Our long winter has left this pillow upon which sets my only treasure a scratched and motley patch of tan, br...
A Thing for Words · 3W ago

Grateful For Our Never-Could-Be

There always was a you and me, though there never could be an us. That’s just how things shook out, you see, and how I never was one to raise a fuss. But it would never have worked out, two ...