Pulling Weeds

“Good morning, Brother Chris. Your tomatoes are spectacular.”

“Praise be to God.”

“Would you like some help weeding?”

“Thank you, Brother Jacob, I would love some. My knees are killing me.”

“Are they? You always look so content here, working in your garden.”

“I am, in mind and spirit, but the body does have a tendency to complain.” Continue reading Pulling Weeds

Dear Diary

Word of the day: tertiary, adj., of the third order, rank, stage, formation, etc.; third.

Okay, diary, get ready for this, I know I’ve been throwing a lot of poop your way lately, but today was actually a good day. I know. Weird.

It didn’t start out all fluffy bunnies and rainbows. There were no seats on the bus so I had to ask this girl to move her backpack, but she totally ignored me. She’s kind of a gangster, but she’s usually okay. She just turned her head and looked out the window, like I didn’t exist. Already feeling like a ghost over here! You don’t have to rub it in! I tried another seat, and this kid moved his backpack, but with this heavy sigh as if I was asking him to do my laundry. Continue reading Dear Diary

Why I Don’t Sign Petitions Anymore

“Sir! Do you realize that your state senator is a murderer?”

“No thank you.”

“Did you hear me? Senator Smith is a murderer! He must be brought to justice!”

“What? The guy with the …”

“Yes, the one with the big ears. He killed four people, and he’s not fit to represent our state!”

“Have you checked Snopes on this? Sounds fake.” Continue reading Why I Don’t Sign Petitions Anymore

A Fresh Start

The bees were getting restless. They had been waiting for over an hour for the humans to arrive, and they began eyeing the pretty yellow meadow flowers.

“Couldn’t we …” began Fluzz, “… I mean it seems stupid to sit around doing nothing … couldn’t we collect some nectar while we wait?”

Guzz had been pacing but stopped to consider. After a moment she shook her antennae from side to side. “No no no … please don’t. Then you’ll want to return to the hive and that’s when they’ll come.” Continue reading A Fresh Start

“Proof” at Revolution John

“A boy adjusts the position of a box of tissues on his desk and sits cross-legged on his bed. It is a Sunday afternoon and he has nothing else to do. The door to his room is closed, and nobody will bother him before dinnertime. He has all afternoon to make the box of tissues move with his mind…”

Read the rest at Revolution John

The Path

Over the chicken wire, under the fence post, across the field towards the huddle of trees in the distance. My heart flutters as I follow, because I’m following her. There is a still hum to the field as bugs hang in the air. The grass is as high as my waist, and when I see her almost to the trees I rush too much and fall. My hand is scraped and little beads of blood sprout at the base of the palm. I stop for a moment in the lee of the grass where it is cool and even quieter.

When I get up she is gone. I resume my run, ashamed and cautious and heart fluttering heavier than before. Continue reading The Path

Wednesday Afternoon at the Burger Cafe

A tiny cafe decorated in primary colors and a few items of well-placed kitch. On the left is a window and a glass door leading to the street. On the right is a counter and glass case displaying drinks. On the back wall is a sign saying “Have a Nice Life.” Continue reading Wednesday Afternoon at the Burger Cafe