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“Mallet.”


With each swing of the mallet, I pound the spike deeper into the ground. Anger, jealousy, envy, and hate fuels my swings but, I cannot stop pounding the spike more profoundly into the ground until my arm and shoulder begin to ache as tears and sweat streaming along my cheeks. I hear the faint echo of voices rising above my delirious fog of emotions. With … Continue reading “Mallet.”

Travel Fears? “Carpe-Diem”


Within the imaginations of everyone who’s creative ideas and thoughts are inspired or influenced by anything seen on television, read in a book or magazine, can become a reality. MJL I was influenced by television shows like Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom, hosted by Marlin Perkins, National Geographic magazines and the used encyclopedias my mother bought. I remember the days of quickly skimming through the encyclopedias … Continue reading Travel Fears? “Carpe-Diem”

“Inscrutable trill silhouetted​ in front of me.”


I was scared almost out of my seat when Sister Abigale screamed at the top of her lungs forcing all of the fifth-grade students to stared forward, but it was apparent the class prankster, Abraham Jefferson had been up to no good as he snickered and laughed aloud. Her anger was expected, as her voice trilled in horror, with the inscrutable words emitting from her mouth, … Continue reading “Inscrutable trill silhouetted​ in front of me.”

“Fearless Fantasies”


How would your life be different if y ou were incapable of feeling fear? Would your life be better or worse than it is now?   If I were incapable of feeling fear, I would be dead. Thank goodness I had some fear as a child because my curiosity would have killed me well before the age of five. A small dose of fear equalizes a … Continue reading “Fearless Fantasies”

“Phobia, Shmobia”


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Phobia, Shmobia.” Fears evolve over time. What is one fear you’ve conquered? During the holiday season, at the age of five. I watched the “Wizard of Oz” movie and after viewing the wicked witch and those flying monkeys. I was terrified of going into the basement of my home for most of my childhood. My brother, who is … Continue reading “Phobia, Shmobia”