The rain falls gently outside the barred window.
The whoosh of a car on a wet road.
I am snuggled in bed, the dogs at my feet,
And I wait for the storm approaching.
One that will join the storm raging
In this room
In my mind
These days it’s difficult to leave the house
To feel the yellow sun
Or the breath of mother earth
across my skin
The storm is coming but for now
The way I like it.
Only the voice in my head most days
Drowning out the ones I run from
I watch the world go by through barred windows
Am i keeping the boogeyman out
Or keeping the boogeyman in
I am snuggled in bed, the dogs at my feet
As the rain falls gently outside the barred window.
DAY 5: I need to remember that at the end of every day, I am alone. I do everything with the intent of satisfying some primal, instinctive need/desire hoping I don’t f**k it up… Another shot before I lose my courage…It’s a new day. He texts. “Sorry about yesterday,” he says, “sometimes I just lose my mind.” I think, “I beat you to it.” He adds, “Want to meet for lunch?” Nothing wrong with free lunch, “Sure.”
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DAY: 3 The crisp early sun weaves together things that did not exist before and calls into question last nights binge; to forget, to remember. I take into account that each step I take is grounded in a past drowned in an amber colored glass. Yet curiosity, possibly boredom, make me wander forward…
I will post everyday at noon. Join me for a quick noon-time on-going story.
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Last year on 1/1/18, I began a twitter story that was supposed to run all year, but due to a flu that knocked me down for about three months and then other life stuff, the story didn’t get that far. Although it is not the first day of the year, and it’s a year later, I’m going to begin the story again. Last night on Twitter I posted Day 1. Today I will post Day 1 and Day 2 here and continue until…whenever. Let’s see how long I can write it.
I hope you enjoy it!
WHISKEY & MOONLIGHT©
Day 1: This is not a love story… How could it be? It shouldn’t be, but last night a warm scotch and the shadow of a super moon illuminated the black hole of a cold broken heart…and I glimpsed things I never knew before… #kw2018/2019twitterstory
Day 2: The dance of Whiskey & Moonlight swirls and pulls life out on to the page. Raw, disconnected. Echoed silence whispers to me- go into the dream and I will be there… the shadow cast is wide, no more going inside… #Whiskey&Moonlight©2018/2019 #kw2018/2019twitterstory #fiction