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Lit Imagination Fireflies, like roving headlights, wander across the road to wooded darkness where hasty campers' swaying flashlights zig zag to and fro -- rival all the stars in their cosmic drift and often spark the imagination of a child.

Snapshots from a Country Girl's Memories We rolled through the oats and buried ourselves in the cottonseed marveling how cows could stand to eat such dry, tasteless stuff. A pile of rocks, leftovers from the uneven roads around our house that led to everywhere, was our castle, another slide to enjoy. We'd dance on the long-bed trailer singing the latest country songs to a bewildered audience of black and white mooing patrons. Barefooted we'd trek over the roads and use rotting planks for crossing the ditch, our moat, to make our way to our patterned wheat houses. We'd tunnel left for the kitchen, crawling on our muddie

The Race I wait, on the edge of my chair, watching your every move with keen eyes sparkling. Spring-loaded, I'm ready to launch at your slightest twitch hoping this time I'll be fast enough. You shift to reach and pull on your pair of everyday shoes, unaware it's started. Before you lay one finger on the leather and laces, I've got one half on, giggling. A smirk grows across your face as you realize the race has begun. Still, I watch out of the corner of my eye striving to beat you at such an easy game. You don't change pace, just diligently continue tying your shoes at normal speed. Despite that I lose. A

Water Kissed My classmate's book is well worn. I ask myself, well loved or eagerly despised? With pages bent and torn, with binding breaking, the glue failing in its great duty. Water kissed pages tell of scampering journeys from home to class, of water seeping through zippered backpacks as the rain furiously drops.

The Book          endeavors   to keep wisdom tucked inside    as pages slowly               slough away    from the binding: knowledge f  a  d  i  n  g   over     time.

Loving Rejection Abide with Him, He says, this holy Father of mine. Some days I welcome His arms which shelter me from this snowy world, and others I just want to be left well enough alone.

the Opa you'd always needed He's the one who should pull you on his lap when you're little and tickle you until your sides are sore from laughing. He's the who should teach you sports when you're little, when you barely have enough balance to kick the ball. He's the one who should see you sneak chocolate but let you get away with it, even if Oma says no. He's the one who should take you place and spoil you rotten when your parents aren't looking. You hated him for not pulling you on his lap, the one who despised his grandchildren growing up passed age twelve. You hated him for ripping the keys out of the care while you were

I Hate You He stutters. Words stick to his tongue like honey as he struggles. He mutters. The only sounds echoing from his lungs, like moans, are broken. He wonders. Fragmented thoughts whether to say the words which will cut you most...

Bewitching Dinner for two? at a private little table? something low-lit perhaps? Nothing ever changes the same little cupid- tune that is played every Valentine's day. Succulent strawberries and creamy chocolate, chilled champagne and rich roses, these are the things of which love consists every Valentine's day. Celebratory cards and generous gifts, dazzling diamonds and homemade hearts, these are the things of which love consists every Valentine's day. Fulfillment. Sincerity. Peace. Rapture. These are the things which bewitch us every day. There's something simplistic about staying at home on the day for all l

Steps to Peace I'm tired of waiting; It's getting so much  harder as the days go on. Something inside me yearns for something more but I  cannot find what it is. I know that I should trust God's undying love  and hand in my life... But He seems to distant and hard to talk to. I feel  like a lunatic when I talk to Him. I need His grace. I need His love.  I need to learn patience. Wise people say that "good things come to those who wait,"  but I'm so weary of waiting to find peace. I'm so tired of being the one who hides everything so carefully,  of pretending that I'm the one who is always strong. I read so