She lived forty years without ever seeing a fairy, so it was a surprise when one showed up at her weekly office meeting.

Maggie told herself it was an optical illusion. One blind was half open. The afternoon sun was coming in sideways and striking the corner where there must…

My thoughts on the new Medium . . . web-version.

The New Profile Page

1. All short pieces that are behind a monetized pay-wall are now freely available. That doesn’t make cents. . .

Even though the new payout formula has resulted in a 90% reduction in payment for me and a lot of other…

Everything will be normal again
and I’ll lean on my horn
at the injustice of double
parkers on single-lane streets.

I’ll roll my eyes at the throngs
of tourists blocking
my way on cobblestone paths.

I’ll scream inwardly,
impatient with slow-moving
lines ahead of me
as I make my way
to my theater…

You want to take everything
and make it new
in your garage
repair shop.

I see myself spread out
on your work
bench —

my broken wings,
give them back
to me. They are
more aerodynamic
that way
than you think.

My heart,
these pieces
don’t need to be
soldered back together…

.
.

Alone in the dark with a mind
is a dangerous place to be.

I am full of thoughts turned inward,
in the softness of my bed.

Every vexation rises to the surface —
self-recriminations, doubts, worries.

Alone in the dark with memories I wish
were better, but too often I sold myself out
because it was easier.

Now I am full of frustrated
longing. I sleep alone with a mind-enemy
ready to do battle
with any semblance of peace.

Nightmares overtake me,
I awake unsettled.

My heartbeat pounds upside down
and my mind is on the downside
of half-awake.

Alone in the dark, I wish to be
without this mind for a few hours
and slip into the darkest reaches
of the deep sleep
I knew as a child.

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