Microfiction

Home was just
the stretch of a hand away.
All she had to do
was trust that
she could walk on water.
Water turned to mist.

Carnival

Dancing horses,
spinning tops.
I lost myself
in the carnival
and found my childhood.
Again.

Microfiction

Things that are ugly
are not always so.
Things that are dark
are not always evil.
And a life that is gentle?
The beast embraced the beauty.

Microfiction

Come away, said the trees.
Come away into the dance, away
from pain, from suffering.
The child listened,
the child went
into the woods.
Away.

For Microfiction Monday

Stan loved Ida.
Ida loved Jane.
Jane loved Bob.
Bob loved Stan.

The only thing they could agree on
was a love for beer.

Microfiction

She rode the train, a child hobo.
There was no going back, no moving
forward. Carlisle had raped her Soul.
She rode the white man's horse.



A note to this: Carlisle was the most notorious Indian school at the turn of the century, forcing Native American children to leave their families on the Rez and was a form of cultural genocide that the US gov. used.

Try

a strong wind
rushing over the mountain
soaring wings

Microfiction

Pegasus dared. Flying against reason,
against restraints.
The dreamers rode his back
to freedom.

Micofiction

The child had been placed in the water.
The water had parted, but not like Moses.
He didn't walk like Jesus.

Roads

a ribbon of gold
a haze of heat shimmer.
straight west
the path to promise.
another road to follow.
what lays over the hill
every turn an adventure
traveling, never stopping.
the call of the road
this American dream,
riding the backs of monsters
riding freedom