Drawn To It

For Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday Prompt: Magnet

I like to look up,

into the sky

with my eyes wide open

even if it is raining

or snowing

Or pigeons are flying over head

desperately shedding feathers and poo.


I like to look down at

ruts in the road carved by cars and running water

and ice puddles

with cracked surfaces that remind me of aged skin

and gardens that have gone to seed patiently waiting for next Spring


I’m drawn to them all

like magnets to steel

like silly girls to pretty boys

who wear to much cologne.

Deteriorating Daisies

Putting My Feet in the Dirt December Prompt #8 Deteriorating Daisies

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do you know what the people who know me are going

to bang on my gravestone when that dark day comes?

it’s going to say

“she was okay- 

I guess “

All of the sudden the thought of dying alone and anonymous doesn’t seem like such a bad way to go.

Better to be 

Jane Doe

Then So- So.