The Odd Guy Blog
On a summer evening, I lay upon the grass beside the cliff, thinking of my mother and of her love of flowers. Her birthday was creeping up, and surely I wouldn’t want to celebrate empty handed. Chocolates were tasty, but they wouldn’t do. I couldn’t just write a letter, that’s just lazy. Not to mention, […]
Dust covers the plates we used to take out When guests and family arrived for their monthly visit. Packages upon packages of cups are stacked Right under the empty bottles of vodka and rum. I bit my fingernails Until my teeth can’t reach And I bite the skin instead. I scroll, And scroll And scroll, […]
My darling, my child, my canvas, lays unfinished, untouched, unloved. It sulks next to the growing cobwebs, Latching from the frame to the windowsill. I glare towards my darling, barely noticed in the corner of my eye, An edge of moonlight caressing its darker sides. My heart aches to tend to her, to show her […]
When Jack was a child, he had every need catered for by his parents; he had no need to worry about food, no need to worry about water, no need to worry about shelter. Viewed as privileged by some, he still played with the kids who struggled to find food, the kids who had no […]
I stand, I walk, I sit. My heart smells of spoiled dreams and promises. My words hold no weight, no semblance of empathy. Yet I stand, mimicking a demeanor of one that holds meaning. None see the mistakes I hold, all too similar to be considered accidental. Yet I walk, staring through the looking glass […]
Here I am, standing here with my lack of warmth. People say I have soft hands, but a cold touch. My search for heat is not my fault, I’ve gone this far without any glow, any brightness. Warm skin, maybe that’s what I seek; a loving hand to caress my iced tips, an embrace to […]
It’s been a while since I’ve seen her; about 6 months since then. I walk up to the house that she grew up in, my mother grew up in, and partly myself. The garden that grew the colorful tomatoes, peppers, and parsley that she used to use in her cooking, was uncatered, vacant, dead. The […]
Josh sits on the couch, rubbing his forehead. He looks at the ceiling, thinking back to the therapy session earlier that day. The same three questions came up every time, over and over again. Have you been working on yourself lately? No, not really. How often do you feel stressed? All the time. How have […]
John sits at the table near the window with his eyes closed, his hand gripping his forehead. He uses the breathing techniques he’s learned from his mother, to help with his building anxiety. He opens his eyes, and stares at the medical bill in front of him; a bill of over $2000, just for an […]
