It’s Cold, I’m Hungry

chapter 2 Sleep never came that night, and morning had our breath turning to steam in the frosty air. Dear Danny had laid across my freezing feet for the hours before dawn…I hadn’t left Palm City prepared for this experience. I was still resolute to keep heading west, car or no car. I had burnedContinueContinue reading “It’s Cold, I’m Hungry”

Orange Baby

CHAPTER 4 THE SAGA CONTINUES Morning Mindmeld c.SUSANTMARTIN2022 (sold)      I got off track in the last chapter…      Too many offshoots and alleyways. Let’s move along a few years to 2020…Pandemic lock down, I’m working on Zoom with some friends. Suddenly, Donna breaks in with a plea, ” Would anyone like a Maine CoonContinueContinue reading “Orange Baby”

Floating

The Dance    Dance of life never ends Ebbs and flows, comes round again                Love, loss, joy, strife Husband dies bereaving wife               Child is born, flame ignites Plays, then works, attaining might             Dawn rolls into darkest night      She loves, in love, loves inspite    Many times is love heartbreaking         RelentlessContinueContinue reading “Floating”

Dead Tired

Oh Joyful heart, where are you today? From so much light I now feel only pain. Where did my optimism run away to hide, Why now this dread that cannot be denied? She thought she had come away unscathed, from the turmoil, the abuse …and rage. But disease was just below the surface all along,ContinueContinue reading “Dead Tired”

I Better Put Shades On

The Master Worker,©Susantmartin’24 The Future Looks BRIGHT!    Oh boy, I’m very excited. You know I go thru the highest of highs, then crash to the ground? Well, this time I’m doing something good for my future as a fine artist…I’ve been accepted to study classical art under a great Artist: Eduardo Salazar!! I amContinueContinue reading “I Better Put Shades On”

FLASHBACK RODEO

Another Day at the Races ¡TRIGGER WARNING! This post deals with domestic violence, physical assault and ptsd flashbacks. Please use discretion! Ah, dear husband of mine. How you never leave me. I can remember your last punch like it was yesterday. Dear previous boyfriend; thanks so much for hitting me in the face so hardContinueContinue reading “FLASHBACK RODEO”