Fade To Grey

infinite time concept. twisted clock faceIt’s amazing how what appears to be the most insignificant moments turn out to be life changing. A series of unconnected events which catapult you into a new, unexplored existence.

All it took was reading one entry in a journal from 30 years ago: ‘Tonight I met the most interesting man.’ Continue reading

Moon Ate the Dark Challenge: Linda Lee Lyberg/Polaroid

To My Dear Followers- Here is my entry into the Writing Prompt Challenge- “Moon Ate The Dark”. I hope you enjoy it!

Brave and Reckless

Easing myself out of bed, I dress with the moon as my sole source of light. Spectral shadows in the deepest corners of the room condemn me for what I am about to do. He tosses and turns as if he knows, but settles once again. I halt, listening for signs he’s sleeping.

Tonight is an evening bright as day for the moon ate the dark when it rose in majestic splendor. Banishing the ebony gloom of night and in it’s wake, a promise of better days. It is the first phase of the waning moon; a time to break bad habits, to end bad relationships.
This house once filled with love, is now an enemy. Someone has violated the sacred sacrament of our love. Invaded not only our home, but our minds, and our bed.

Three months ago, my husband came home from a late night gig in a…

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Moon Ate the Dark Challenge: Aaron David Key/A World Without a Sea

Brave and Reckless

In ancient times the moon was a woman; goddess of the hunt and wild animals. She displayed gentleness and steadfastness.

I, on the other hand, knew the moon was a man. A youthful crisis found me meeting him. He was lying on his back like a drunk beetle waving his legs in the air – trying to right himself.

The moon ate the dark, kept me company and lit my way. We did not need to speak – we knew all that was needed to understand each other. He knew that I was driven out of my home by loneliness and a desperate need not to be myself. I knew he was grateful for my company in his bloated state.
Since then the moon has been a friend. Constant certainly – going away but always coming back. Gentle unless he needed to be otherwise. This night he was engorged with…

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