poetry, writing

Find Me

I hope you find

The girl who wanted to hike the Appalachian Trail

And the woman who is finally taking steps to get there one day.

The girl who fell in love with the Rockies,

And still longs to be there by your side.

The girl who believes in unconditional love,

But never wants to break another’s heart.

The girl who giggles at silliness and the woman who admires honesty.

The girl longing for adventures and the woman who wants to share them with you.

The girl with fire in her heart and tenderness in her touch.

The woman who tries to find calmness in this crazy world.

The girl who still can crack a dirty joke or two.

The woman who turns you on with just her words and a smile.

The girl that challenges you to your very core, and the woman who smooths the road before you.

The girl who wants to listen to your heart, and the woman who wants to hold your hand to the very end.

I hope you find me.

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Break In – Chapter 9

John sat in the lounge chair in the corner at the town bakery, eating his breakfast. “Can I have some more coffee, Jessica?”

Jessica reached behind the counter and picked up a carafe and a plate she had on the counter. She headed over to John to refill his cup. “Have things settled down for you, John?” She filled his cup and set down a shortbread for him.

He sullenly looked up, but smiled. “Yeah, I’m doing okay. Still looking for a bright spot in this whole changed world.”

Jessica forced a smile and patted him on the shoulder. She could only imagine his pain. She looked up and saw Carol come in, then headed back to the counter. “Morning, Carol.”

“Hi, Mrs. Tatum.” Carol put in an order for a pastry and some tea to go. “I’ll be over here. I need to have a word with John.”

John looked up and waved Carol over. She slid into the chair across from him.

“Do you mind me asking what happened when you were in jail? Did you communicate with anyone while you were there?”

He hung his head. “I never wanted to get into it. I lost it. I deserved being behind bars. And, I was embarrassed. How could I have been so….”

Carol interrupted him. “John, you need to stop beating yourself up. Everyone messes up now and then.” Her fingers drummed on the journal in her hand. In that moment, Carol realized the mystery she was trying to solve was how to help John through this journey. “Why didn’t you let Jojo know what was going on?”

John looked up at her intently. “What do you mean? The letter I got from her was to tell me she was marrying Gary. It was why I was so mad. I kept that anger inside me trying to swallow it down. When she wasn’t home to talk it through, I lost it again.”

Carol looked at him intently. “According to her journal, she wrote several times. Did you ever think that letter was meant to get you to respond, not to anger? A chance to tell her what was inside your heart? ” She looked down, but knew it was time to hand the book over to him. “Sometimes, when someone loves someone, they forgive just about anything and they’ll reach out to connect in any way to get a response. It’s hard, but…here.”

She handed John the journal. “I think she would want to be here with you. She just needed to know it was what you wanted, too.”

His hand shook as he took the journal, and looked up with damp eyes. “Thank you.”

Carol stood up and squeezed his arm. “I hope it brings you peace.”

John opened up the book to the back of the journal to look over the last few entries.

I try to be a good wife to Gary, but my heart still loves John. I wish I could tell him.

Her final entry is solemn, almost foreboding.

Gary is a good man, and I’m lucky he’s by my side. However, he knows however my soul isn’t here. It’s out there, wherever John is, if he’d have me.

John’s eyes spilled over. He went to close the journal when a sealed letter, addressed to him, fell out from the pages.


My dearest,

If you are reading this, I hopefully am sitting in front of you, tearfully happy and overjoyed to be with you. If that ends up not possible, you still need to know.

I never stopped loving you.

Even in those times when I was mad at you, disappointed with how things were between us, and we were with others, I still loved you.

I know of some of the bad things that went on in your life, and when I heard of them, I rooted for you to pull through as I always knew you would.

I cheer for you through the highs, too, because that’s what we do when we love someone.

I always want you to feel loved and have a life full of laughter. May your most beautiful dreams always come true for you.

I hope we find our way back to each other one day in this life. If not, may we find each other quickly and get it right in the next.

All my love, Always.


Epilogue:

As I come to the conclusion of this short story, I want to go back and rewrite it. I want a happy ending for Jojo and John. And I’d like to give Carol some grand discovery she can shout to the whole world through her work; hopefully she can be satisfied with making a difference in another person’s life instead this round.

The great thing is, I can always edit and rewrite…so I might.

If you have read this short story and liked it, I hope you’ll enjoy the rewrite as well when I refine the story. Thank you for taking the time to read my work. I welcome feedback so I can grow further on this journey. ~DRM~

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Break In – Chapter 8

Carol was determined to trace down the date of John’s arrest to see if it matched with her diary. She went in to the office and started digging in the archives.

“Carol, stop digging in the past!” Her editor bellowed as he entered the store room filled with volumes of old newspapers. “There’s no point to this.”

She looked up. “I need the whole story! I can’t leave it partially done.” She went back to filtering through the stacks. “I found it!” Relieved, she opened the paper to the Police report section. “Surely it will be here!” She scanned through the pages, but there was no mention of the arrest.

“Carol, we didn’t always get the reports in time to publish the next morning…check the next few days after,” he huffed at her. Under his breath he muttered “Junior reporters!” and shuffled back to his desk.

Triumphantly, Carol cried out “I found it!”

“Great, Carol. But I need the article for today’s paper done before you do any more work on this flight of fancy you have,” her editor ordered.

“Yes sir! Have it to you in a few!”

Now that she knew the information matched up, she knew she could go forward with pulling apart more information from Johanna’s diary. It was a part of the puzzle put together, and freed up some space in her mind to work on the current story. She whipped up the article on the current weather trends for her editor and submitted it, then headed home.


Back home, Carol pulled out the leather blue journal, and began to intently read on.

John still hasn’t written back from jail. I can’t go visit him according to the jail, but I was hoping to hear back from him.

A week goes by in the journal.

Nothing arrived still today. I’m wondering if our getting back together just was a fling for him. Why hasn’t he written?

Two more weeks go by in the journal.

Gary came by today to check in on me. He sat in his car for a few minutes before he finally knocked on the door just like old times. We got to talking and I mentioned not hearing from John. He has some connections at the jail; he’s going to find out if there is some sort of reason behind it. He seems concerned.

Three days later.

I am heartbroken. I cannot believe that John has been refusing my letters. One of the officers told Gary that John is not communicating with anyone. Gary listened to me through all my sobbing. I don’t know how to do this on my own.

A week later.

Gary has been so attentive. He’s offered to stand by my side since John has completely stopped all communications. I’m so grateful to have someone who cares. Maybe it’s better this way.

Carol paused and thought to herself. Why does this sound like a made for TV mystery where the new guy framed the old flame?

She needed some answers from John. She set everything aside for the evening, intent on locating John the next morning.


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Learning from Darkness

She walks through the dark forest, gently, listening to the sounds. The dim forest gives way to beams from the full moon overhead as they stream through the branches.

An owl hoots in the distance, then the flap of wings rushes by as he takes flight chasing a late night meal.

She pauses, listening intently. The leaves rustle in the wind. The owl flies back over and lands in the nearby tree.

She spies a clearing in the distance, with a large rounded rock, awash with moonlight. Twigs snap and leaves crunch as she makes her way to the clearing.

She perches onto the rock, looking up towards the sky, taking in the moonbeams and then closing her eyes. The heavens swirl above her as she drifts into her own mind.

She hears her own breathing, slow and steady. Each inhale fills her lungs with cool night air. Each exhale releases the stress from her body. She settles into a half lotus position and calms herself.

She smells the dampness of the forest, it’s mosses and flora aromas fill the air. Her hair curls into ringlets in the humid air, clinging around her face and her neck.

Her shoulders release and lower. She enters a trance like state, aware of her surroundings, but lost in her thoughts at the same time.

Her mind wanders through a myriad of memories. She visits the bright spots, finding comfort and joy.

The darkness is there, but she works hard to prevent it from entering. She dealt with those pains for long enough. However, they begin to take over her mind.

She refocuses on the lessons learned during those dark times…trust your heart, keep up your guard, and reflect on the positive.

More happiness than sorrow fills her life. She knows her life is good. She knows her life can be better and is working towards it. She feels re-energized.

The owl begins to hoot again, bringing her back to reality. She opens her eyes, and smiles. Find the positive, learn from the negative, and appreciate every moment.

Recipes

Scallops with Forbidden Rice and Broccolini

Today is a departure from my usual content. Yesterday, I did a thing. Okay, I made dinner. And it was delicious!

First, I had a craving for scallops…probably from mentioning them in a recent short story. Anyway, the meal turned out amazing. I just wish I had took a picture!

Ingredients (serves 2):

Patagonia Scallops – 2 servings

Garlic – 2 cloves per serving

Butter – 1 tbsp per serving

Lemon – 1 cut in half

Salt and Pepper – to taste


Forbidden Black Rice – 2 servings

Butter – 1 tbsp per 2 servings

Water – per directions

Salt – to taste


Broccolini – 2 servings

Olive Oil – 2 tbsp

Lemon – 1/2 Lemon

Garlic – 2 cloves

Salt and Pepper – to taste


Make sure the scallops are thawed (if frozen) and very dry before cooking! This is key to not have chewy scallops.

After assembling and measuring all ingredients, prepare the rice. I followed the directions on the package for the ratios, and added the butter to bring some depth to the dish. Mine took 40 minutes. Start the next step about 10 minutes before the rice is ready to eat. Fluff when finished cooking.

Heat the oil and garlic in a pan and sauté the Broccolini in the oil. Lightly salt and pepper the dish, then finish with a squeeze of lemon. Takes about 6 minutes. Keep warm until scallops are ready.

I reused the pan from the Broccolini for the scallops since I used the same flavors. I added the butter to melt and the garlic. Next add the scallops. I then spooned the excess butter from the side of the pan over the scallops. Depending on the size, cook 1-3 minutes, then turn over the scallops. Cook the second side the same time or less. Do not overcook. Squeeze the lemon over.

Plate up the rice, Broccolini and scallops. Salt and pepper to taste. Enjoy!

(If necessary, reheat the Broccolini in the pan before serving.)

Next time, I will get a picture!

poetry, writing

Wonder in the Stars

I look up and see the stars shining bright.

The moon rises as do my spirits.

Knowing you are here in this world,

Sometimes this is enough

to settle my soul and make me smile.

As long as we are both here, there is a chance

We won’t have to wait until next time.

I wonder if you ever think the same.

writing

Trapped

Frozen, I awake.

My arm rests before me, but unable to move.

Face down in the pillow, barely able to breathe.

Unable to move. I close my eyes.

I wake again, muffled noises from my throat.

Still unable to move.

Unable to scream.

Unable to escape.

My mind runs wild with anxiety.

Pulled under again, I withdraw.

The loop continually repeats.

No way out.

Trapped.

About Me, writing

Write A Book!?

A voice boomed inside my head several years ago. Write a book!

Of course this voice came to me in the bathroom of all places….greatest source of ideas for thinkers, aside from dreams and long quiet walks, that is!

I ignored it. I write for a living…mundane and boring and precise writing mind you. But not for entertainment…well, at least not for a long time. What I have written could fill volumes…. Specifications and requirements to capture the visions of others and make them understandable for the magicians behind the code.

Why would I write….a book?! I kept pushing that voice aside. Not now. Not ever. Not, well, maybe.

I am still trying to figure it out. I haven’t written any books yet. But I started this site to push myself to find what I’d enjoy writing about. I hope you, the reader, are enjoying the journey with me. Some fantasy, some fiction, some travel, some things just out of this crazy head of mine!

I also returned to a long lost interest in reading too…I was recently engrossed in a series called Echo (https://dirtyscifibuddha.com/ aka Kent Wayne – Thanks for the trip!) If you like military fighting, mixed with mysticism, mixed with self discovery, check it out.

So, I’ll let you know if, no, when, I write that book. Sometimes we have to listen to that voice in our head, that beat in our heart, that tingle in our gut, to find the right direction.

At least now, I’m listening.

writing

Building Chrysocolla

— A Snippet on World Building —

Sally and Jim strolled along the newly opened Hamblin space port, so named for its shape inspired by arches on Earth. A laser projected banner waved “Welcome to Aurora, Capital of Chrysocolla” in the distance. The transports here landed with ease; their smooth shiny silver and white exteriors catch rays of the sun and reflect them with each rotation and movement through the atmosphere. The transports are triangular in shape mimicking small gliders, similar to the NASA space shuttle program of Earth from centuries ago. Small transports hold 15 or fewer passengers and had one engine; larger transports have three or more engines.

Jim was astonished with the view. He and Sally had ridden on the transports to Chrysocolla when they first arrived, but he had never seen so many in one place. “Well, I guess people need to travel.” Most people relied on transports to make their way from the one landmass to the other on this planet as well as to the interstellar port which orbited the planet.

Sally couldn’t believe how much change occurred in two decades. They saw Chrysocolla grow from small towns into the massive cities which now took over the prime real estate along the coast. Twenty years ago, settlers would arrive on a single transport every few months and there was no formal “port” for arrival. Now the settlers came in droves daily, meaning more processes to check them in and to ensure contaminants were not brought to the planet.

Sally and Jim’s visitors arrived from the interstellar port. Sally and Jim explained the history of Chrysocolla when their visiting family arrived.

The purple red sky darkened as the sun set and the orbiting moons illuminated the land full and bright. Chrysocolla has two moons, one containing a surplus of minerals. The other contains ice, vital for the survival on Chrysocolla.

Chrysocolla is smaller than Earth by about half. The settlers of Chrysocolla distributed themselves across each of the land masses. Here there are four main continents and a string of islands which circumvent the planet. The planet is also forming new islands from underwater volcanos. Two of the continents extend down from each poles, and the two other continents extend out from a central island found on the equator. Chrysocolla has a variety of climates which were similar to Earth’s.

The capital city of Chrysocolla is Aurora, located on the central island. It is so named due to it being the first city founded by the humans when they landed. Aurora is a beautiful city where the sun rose as well as sat like clockwork every 12 hours. The city originally started as a settler’s village and grew from there. Today it is home to beautifully architected towers which afford the privileged with amazing views of the sunrises and sunsets over the blue-green waters, along with the bountiful lands surrounding the city.

The stars of Chrysocolla do not look anything like the stars of Earth. Settlers would often become confused and disassociated with their locations, no longer able to rely on the North star, Orion‘s belt or any other constellation which made sense to them. Attempts were made by early astrologers to reverse engineer and define similar constellations but it appears that none of the stars would ever fall into the same alignment. When humans would look into the sky it appears the stars are all moving in different directions almost like we are nearing the center of a galaxy with the distant suns constantly changing around us. This is unlike Earth’s stars where, for thousands of years, they have moved in slow predictive patterns humans could decipher.

Chrysocolla was chosen by the humans to settle due to its mild climate and similar growing seasons as those of earth. It is located in the perfect position from the sun to encourage year-round production of foods. It’s soil is fertile and varied. The mountainous regions host the ability to grow teas and coffee, necessary non-potent elixirs for the human race. Chrysocolla also contains wide open plains where barley, wheat, corn and other crops are grown for consumption. Humans also brought with them knowledge of agriculture and of terraforming land to meet our needs. In low-lying boggy areas we figured out how to plant and grow rice, cranberries, and peat. The grasslands also contain areas to raise livestock, however livestock here is diminutive in size to that on Earth. Cattle grow to be the same size as a sheep. It is a commodity which only the rich and well-to-do can afford. Most inhabitants survived on chicken, fish and beans, if any protein at all. Endemic flora are more brightly colored than it’s equivalents from Earth, which make for beautiful displays during blooming seasons and better tasting foods for eating.

The seas cover 80% of the planet. However, humans find it difficult to travel on the open seas except in the calmest of situations. The two moons create rough seas and prohibit much sea travel. Only the strongest cargo ships make it between the lands. Satellites were deployed so a similar methodology of GPS is available however it didn’t help in those places where the skies are still dark. Additionally, satellites deployed by the settlers had issues mapping the sea floors due to some interference which appeared to be generated from the planet’s core. The seas, with the two moons, drive the rotation of Chrysocolla on its axis. The seas are plentiful with seafood similar to that of Earth, but had other wonderous creatures as well. There is a race of humanoid-like beings living in the seas, commonly referred to as Mermaids and Mermen by settlers. Contact with these beings is limited to date, but we are aware of each other’s existence.


What other information would you like to know about Chrysocolla? Please leave notes in comments.

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El Avion

Costa Rica – 2015

We happened upon a restaurant as we left our day at Manuel Antonio. It was called El Avion. It was a unique restaurant built around a plane with a bit of a scandalous history.

The host escorted us to a table overlooking the coast and the Pacific Ocean. We ordered drinks and relaxed after our trek through the park. I looked over photos of the sloth and the monkeys eating and dropping termites from the trees, along with the beautiful scenery I captured. My attention shifted.

I looked over the mountainside and watched macaws fly by and settle in the treetops. I turned my attention towards the restaurant. It appeared to be made out of local hardwoods. We sat in an open air section; the cross breeze was refreshing as was my iced drink on this hot and humid afternoon.

I sat there, looking at the fuselage of the plane the restaurant was built around. I watched a man playing with his two kids, going in and out of the plane and walking around the restaurant. It brought a smile to my face, although I am not sure why. Kids just make me smile sometimes.

I sighed a bit, then turned my attention back to my adventuring cohort. Our meal was served and hit the spot. I continued looking out over the lush vegetation below us, amazed by its beauty.

A rainstorm rolled by, refreshing the air. The water poured off the side of the building, splashing down. I could get entranced watching rain fall. I wished to linger longer in this place; it felt familiar to me.

However, it was getting late and we needed to go. We finished up paying and headed to our little car to find our way back to Playa Bejuco to join the rest of our party.

A nice memory from a great trip.