About literally

I am a begrudgingly middle aged mother, teacher, musician, and writer. In my spare time I also paint badly, dance embarrassingly, and avoid housework whenever possible. I am a recovering southern belle, complete with charm school, who appreciates good grammar and an absence of animal heads on a living room wall.

Predawn Race

After dark, before light

Eyes heavy, open

Looking into past and future

Chasing peace

Running from the relentless regular

That always comes

Expecting, demanding

In bold red letters

While I lie awake counting

Seconds, minutes, hours

Holding my breath

Praying I will cross the bridge

Before it is closed

Because even 2 hours

Will.measure the day

In Memory

Uncle, husband, father, friend,

One beloved by God

Those left behind will mourn the end

Of your time on this sod.

But up above they celebrate

And welcome you within

To streets of gold and visions great

And joy that will not end.

While we knew you, you made us smile

Your love was always true

Your open heart and ready wit

Cheered all who spoke to you

So though our lives will feel your loss

And miss your presence here,

We know that all of heaven is glad

To finally have you near.

And when we pause to think of you 

O’er years and months and praise

We’ll be so grateful for your life

And give to God the praise.

Location Tw0 – A Novel Excerpt

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Roland sat up in bed, not sure what had awakened him.  Had it been a noise or just a sense that something was wrong?  He tried chiding himself, but his heart continued to pound, and his dog whimpered in her sleep.  It was quiet enough in his bedroom to hear the whirring of his laptop on the desk across from his bed.  But the quiet didn’t reassure him; it actually made him more skittish.  Swearing to himself, Roland left the bed and went to his closet to retrieve the 9mm.

His mouth went dry when he discovered the empty box; it was missing.  The gun was missing – not his issued weapon.  That one was locked in its case beside his bed.  This was the unregistered gun he had confiscated from a crime scene years before.  He thought he might need it someday.  And now it was gone.

She had to be in the house somewhere.  The IP address of her last email had been one of his neighbors’.  That was what had sent him riding home on two wheels two days before with sirens blaring until he reached his own block.  He could feel his ear drums reverberating in time to the thudding of his heart.  The hair on his arms raised as a bead of sweat rolled from him armpit to his elbow.  She hadn’t appeared, however, so Roland had finally allowed himself to sleep.

“Tsk, tsk officer.  Doesn’t this gun belong in an evidence locker somewhere?”

He turned, and though he had seen her picture numerous times, she was unrecognizable.  The laughing brown eyes that had stared from snapshots were now icy steel.  Her hair was dark instead of the strawberry blond he was used to seeing.  And she was thinner, much thinner.  He watched her hands around the gun for some hint of shaking; shaking would indicate uncertainty.  Her hands were as steady as his had been trained to be.

“I thought it might come in handy one day,” he replied, unmoving.

“And so it has.  Did you bend the rules and beat the drug addict or rapist you confiscated this from?”

Roland nodded quietly.  “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why not?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.  “He did do something wrong.  That means it was okay for you to do something wrong, correct?”

“Jane…”

“Shut up.  Nobody wants to hear you moralize.  Turn around.”

He didn’t move except to move his gaze from her hands to her face.

“Turn around, officer, and put your hands behind your head.”  She cocked the gun.  “Or don’t.”

Roland shakily turned and did as she asked, bile burning his tongue.

“Good boy.  Don’t worry. I know you were blinded by your own hurt, so I’ll be quicker.  And you don’t claim to believe in God, so I cannot hold you accountable for breaking the very morals you claim to believe.  Besides, you are not very smart.  You probably didn’t have a choice.”

Roland flinched at that last part.  He heard her footsteps, and then the end of the barrel pressed coldly against the base of his neck, where his brain stem felt as if it was pulsing.  “Please…..” He heard himself whisper.

“I’m not sorry,” she whispered back.

A loud, smoky explosion filled the room.  Then it was silent.

 

Cover Me

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You fill my dizzy head with dreams of passion till I’m weak
The heat in my cheeks rising every time i hear you speak
And when I hear sweet music thoughts of you just make me sway
And something in me smiles at hearing from you e ery day

With ever new suggestion I can feel the flame get higher
The subtle, smoldering embers burst into a raging fire
And as I feel my self control is slipping inch my inch
I revel in the blinding heat that only you can quench

So please run down my body, soaking all into my skin
Drown me in your passion, then submerge me once again
Every touch and every kiss just makes me want you more
Cover me and give me wings and make my body soar

Yeah it’s late, but I can’t seem to settle into bed
Thoughts of you and me and longing running through my head
And though I try to soothe the ache I know that just won’t do
Cause nothing I could ever try to soothe comes close to you

So please run down my body, soaking all into my skin
Drown me in your passion, then submerge me once again
Every touch and every kiss just makes me want you more
Cover me and give me wings and make my body soar

Now we both work hard and it’s hard to find the time

To touch each other so I wrote this little rhyme

Just to let you know that I’m ready when you call me and say

Please run down my body, soaking all into my skin
Drown me in your passion, then submerge me once again
Every touch and every kiss just makes me want you more
Cover me and give me wings and make my body soar