Sent home like a school child at the apex of the elements, I do the minimal for prep work, just an early dinner from down the road and a date with the heater in my room. ~ ~ D.J. Whisenant
Read more "– snow day –"
When you physically ache before
posting something you wrote because
you know your mother will read it,
that’s when you know the inspiration cuts deep.
Sadly, I’ve been to the emergency room once before and
can’t afford another bill,
with or without insurance.
I guess these thoughts will have to wait to see
light on some other day,
one that’s more stable and
fulfills a narrative that
doesn’t destroy me
from the inside out.
Read more "– words hidden –"
This engine was created for more than just display, more than just idle placement in the vehicle. It will be distressed, but it will roar louder than before. D.J. Whisenant
Read more "– no stopping –"
The morning sun plays hide and seek with the backroom windows. Dust dances off the shelves, and I tend to my assigned tasks. I am preparing the area for the holiday rush. I am rearranging and reorganizing. I am continuing my supervisor’s plan to tidy up and tighten up. That is the moment the sunlight touches me, […]
Read more "– an epiphany on the clock –"
I see color both slate grey and cool gray. I see candy both cotton and rotten. I see years both morbid and a mystery. Then, I see a sky blue… one that proudly peeks through. D.J. Whisenant
Read more "– cloudy day –"
You could be a closeted racist. You could be an ignorant prick in hiding. You could be as shallow as the kiddie pool next door. You could be a career criminal in the making. You could be a silent abuser towards humanity… and still somehow, in some form, you could also be the greatest love I may […]
Read more "– endless possibility –"
This upcoming Christmas Day, I’ll meet you on the ferry to Long Island on the upper deck amid a pleasant December breeze (Thanks global warming!). Taking sight of a grand holiday gift, I’ll share an awkward and endearing moment with you, stealing your heart the way you stole mine a lifetime ago. ~ The real […]
Read more "– our melodramatic first year –"