My son rarely listened to me. My in-laws thought he needed to see a psychologist, but he does well in school, and the teachers haven’t complained yet.
An excerpt from The Mallards on Flash Fiction Friday.
Tag: Love
Flash Fiction Link: Detox
There was silence. My dad felt lower than any point in his life, even worse than the day my mother walked out on him. His shiny bald head reflected the harsh ceiling light; his blue eyes sparkled with tears. He knew that the bottle was destroying him from the inside out. He also knew that I was giving him an opportunity to get sober.
Excerpt from Detox. Read Detox on Friday Flash Fiction.
Crow Friday: Planting Happiness
I planted healthy words
deep into the ground
with the other
words that I found
in my heart’s pocket.
I made sure I planted
love and healing
near the pond
where I used to watch the koi
and goldfish swim.
I made sure that all my words
were carefully planted and pruned,
given plenty of fresh water
and the right amount
of gratitude.
I made sure that my dog
didn’t dig up happiness
or that my kids didn’t
trample on the flower bed
of peace and respect.
©️mft
Confession Sunday: Family Dysfunction
Poetry: Horn of Compassion
Also posted in Poetry Passion.
Tuesday’s Picture: Women’s Shoe Department
Waiting in Norstrom
for my wife
in the women’s shoe department
is like taking a treacherous journey
through the Amazon rainforest
without a tour guide,
not sure what I might find,
not sure if I’ll come back
alive.
Tuesday’s Picture: Nasal Strips
The buzz of the fan,
the hum of the air-cleaner
plays in the night
as the two of us sleep,
each with a nose strip
stuck to the bridge
opening up nostrils,
enabling the air flow
to pass through our bristly sinuses.
But the snoring
never stops, it aggravates:
snorting, gasping, gurgling
like two warthogs
being raucous
in the moonlight.
