The stone is rolling. Teetering on the edge. Where once it was secure, placed by the fingers and hands of the Almighty Creator, fixed in its place. Where it once was separated from the waters, the sky, and the soft earth. Where it once was part of majestic mountains that hovered, that threatened. Where it… Continue reading The Stone is Rolling
Small round circle. Cut in to her flesh. Darker on the right side, deeper than she remembered. Edge of hair and skin, in the middle of her very being. She had a chance to examine it closely, more than ever. Memorizing every bump, every hair follicle, every pore. A slice of empty. That she didn’t… Continue reading Deformed Inward
Grit between his teeth. Dry overcoming his mouth and his cheek. Slowly sucking all of the moisture out of his tongue. And the metal taste of sour dust was the only thing left. The drink of moisture only in his memory, there was no more wet. Not anymore. There was only a dream of what… Continue reading Kiss of Dust
There are times when a touch on my skin has made it crawl. I remember this feeling most clearly when I was pregnant and the crazy hormones pulsed throughout my body. Every sense was heightened during that strange and wonderful nine months. During that time, most everything that touched me sent prickles down my spine… Continue reading Don’t Touch Me
 “Walk the walk”. When I hear that phrase, I know that it means something for me. Get it together. There is a way you should be acting and things you should be doing. Generally, I think I'm a pretty good person and I think I do what I’m supposed to. But when I hear about… Continue reading Who Are You to Walk the Walk?
Chatter and aching Building and breaking Too deep to find, detect or settle Shouting and hushing Constructing and crushing At nighttime, morning, and in the middle Rumbling under my calm smile Pulsing with a liar’s bile Unsatisfied and yearning Rebellious and returning Hands and heart, mind, body, soul Itching and self-abused Unable to resist the… Continue reading I Like Her
My Dearest heart, There was a time when I trusted you. I remember the yearning and desires that I confided in you. I spent a lifetime guarding these precious thoughts, nurturing these hopeful dreams with you. Each day of my life, protecting this secret sanctuary. I grew and learned, lived and changed, yet a tiny… Continue reading My Dearest Heart
Often I wonder about the future of my daughters. Yes, there are four of them slowly embarking on the journey of teenage bliss. In my mental wanderings, I try to imagine their gateway into adulthood. Will they go to college? Will they find a job? Will they get married? When will I meet my grandbabies?… Continue reading Glorified Exceptions
Across the table, the tension. Felt with her eyes, with her rigid focus, on the ordinary plate in front of her. Every second she didn’t look up, the heavy stare settled even deeper. The dead air screamed for a word, and explanation, but she wouldn’t. He wouldn’t. Expected. Him to say it first. Expected her… Continue reading Expectations
Hands in her lap. Eyes clenched shut. Black swells of emotion rushing from deep behind her eyes down to the pit of her stomach. Sketchy scenes replay from her past as if from a damaged filmstrip. Shameful thoughts and conversations bring an uncontrollable shudder from the depths of her soul. For a second, she lets… Continue reading Broken is Not Enough
Cindy Koch 