She limps and sets her eyes beyond you. Watching your youthful steps from the unfocused peripheral. Inside focused on you seamless steps over cracks and curbs. That she remembers in her bones, and can’t bring her broken body walk such carefree ways. He scuffs a mismatched shoestring underneath a too loose boot. Layers of the… Continue reading People Walking
Amy sat on the plastic leather chair waiting of them to call her name. She wasn’t thirsty, but mindlessly swallowed from a crinkly plastic water bottle to pass the time. She had been there almost an hour, and wanted to walk out of the door about every five minutes. That made it about twelve times… Continue reading Thirsty Woman
A new story always begins with the spirits of hopes and dreams. Leaping and flying, spinning and whirling, the tale is bound to go anywhere. In a fictional world of no consequences, the story can take shape any way the spirits lead. Creative heights, unthinkable depths, there are no boundaries where she can go. Soaring… Continue reading Desiring Demons
There was a time when she thought she had it all under control. When kids listened, when they were safe. When she didn’t have to worry. But there were times, like tonight, when she felt that it was all unraveling. Each end she tried to grasp and tie up, slipped through her fingers. And she… Continue reading Chosen to Lose It
The invisible wall of generation usually keeps me on my side of the courtyard on Sunday mornings. Right after church, however, the central coffee station is a hustled mixture of young and old. And there the coffee flows, not quite quick enough for some of us. Waiting in line, we pass friendly smiles and sweet… Continue reading Patient Discontent
It was only the second drink. Sloshing spinning slivers of silvery ice. Two pieces swimming just beneath the surface. Swirling around in synchrony glassed in an endless circle. A tiny shake from his fingers almighty kept them timelessly turning around each other. They crash into each other from time to time, bludgeon themselves against the… Continue reading Drunk for the Angels
She didn’t really know which direction to walk. Just had to walk. Clouds covered only a piece of the sun, burning on her left shoulder. She wanted her sweater, not just to shield the sun, but to cover, swaddle, pull together the uncontrollable thoughts making her head dizzy. Walk forward, no matter where that led… Continue reading How Can She Know the Way?
Cinderella. Sleeping Beauty. Princes and Princesses. There is a longing need to be a part of a fairy tale. We heard them when we were children. We may have seen a Disney movie or two. Somewhere along the line a gripping tale of good and evil, innocent and guilty, damsel in distress and prince on… Continue reading Girls Need a Fairytale
As a Christian, it should be a natural thing to know how to pray. The Word of God is powerful. In the middle of a confused and darkened world, we take comfort in the light. The Word of God distinguishes the right and wrong, the good and bad, a transcendent reality that we are only… Continue reading Confident Prayer?
She didn’t know why she had never tried it before. Over the years, she could think back to plenty of times when it could of happened. Remembering herself from a previous era, she was quite surprised, actually, that it was only now that she had ended up in this moment. Fingers down her calf, meeting… Continue reading Pretending
Cindy Koch 