I finished my first short story in the womb. It was written on a papyrus-like weave I constructed from the few bits of fiber and hemp my mother swallowed as a teenager. I had nine months, but like most writers, I procrastinated. I knocked the entire 42 pages
+ more bio informationI've loved a million of you,second by second,through and through.The one that I metordering fries,a sheepish grinand a timid line.I've loved a million of you,minute by minute,through and through.The one that I kissedon top of the car,the girl you werethe woman you are.I've loved a million of you,hour by hour,through and throu... More..
The small plastic balls of varying color bounced around inside the nets as small hands flailed, a few of the balls breaking free and rolling past our feet. My son of three, smiling away, crawled out of the balls and disappeared quickly into one of the tubes, as did many others.People abound and pigeons galore, we looked away ... More..
There is a pillow between us.That's alljust a fluffy puff of cotton and foamlying nonchalantly, lengthways,pointing carelessly at the headboardand forming a T with the other pillows,a circumspect intersection of downyhiding its shameful face under the covers.You are no further awaythan beforeand yet I can not seem to reach yo... More..
My troubles all started 15 minutes agowhen the clocked ticked a stop and ran really slow.All the people I loved who didn't love me backall seems now, rather matter of fact.The luxurious items that I could not affordall the cars that I drove that I did so adore.But the gold and the jackets estate sales did claimand the Porsche... More..
A package arrived for me todayon a bright and sunny eleventh of May.I had waited so long, it seemed like foreverfor something so small and light as feather.The day it arrived surprised us indeedand to whomever sent it, what a wonderful deed.We didn't even have to visit the mallit came right to us so tender and small.Lifting i... More..
"Sir, there are people here to see you."Wrigley was standing in front of a large window that overlooked a stadium full of monkeys who were busy at work on their typewriters. Orangutans to be exact. A cousin of the monkey with a few thousand more years of evolution under their belt. The most gifted primates available for the t... More..
A cool wind brushes my face today and I realize, with a surreal clarity, that today is the first day of Autumn. Maybe that's not what the calender says, but I know this breeze is the first of its kind this year. A refreshing harbinger of seasonal change and nature's yearly metamorphosis, the wave of air nudges me slightly, i... More..
March 6th, 2009We huddled together near the fire in middle of our living room. For a while, we had been able to use the chimney because the smoke and the heat from the fire had kept them from entering the house that way. We would just close the flue when we were done and leave the embers to smolder. But they soon became accus... More..
I love my children. I am looking down into my hands and staring at a collection of small pieces of felt. They are bound by fishing line and stacked on one another. There are designs and a felt heart glued to the top piece. I am staring at a homemade coupon book. I received one from my son and one from my daughter.Inside the s... More..
You grab a few vegetables that are familiar to you and then walk out of the good-for-you Shire section and into the Mordor of processed foods. One soybean to rule them all. But have you ever stopped and wondered exactly where that tomato or head of broccoli came from? Or what chemicals have been used on it? Or maybe even how ... More..
Shawn Bailey
Owens Cross Roads, Alabama US
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Articles Written: 45