It's About Community, People

Even if I did not have family and friends in the police force and other branches of law enforcement, I would still say this: they are there to help protect you and help you watch out for your neighborhood. Here is why I am currently making this statement: for the last couple of months, an SUV has been making me suspicious because of its behaviours near my house: parking in front of my house at odd hours, incredibly unsafe driving, and odd interactions between the driver and other people in or outside the SUV. It also tends to make regular visits to a lot and an apartment building near my place, which I can see from my hose. My neighbors and I have been keeping each other informed about it.

Saying Good-Bye

As she was leaving the library, she noticed that she had missed a call from her mother. As she listened to the message, her heart squeezed.

"I'm sorry to call you on your work cell, but I am trying to reach you. Your uncle is in the hospital. It doesn't look good."

Star Light

A star shines alone in the night. Its light streams down to dissipate amongst the small group of people kneeling in the snow. A wail of a child calls to the star, asking for its light. A mother hugs the baby closer, tears rolling down her face. She smothers the child with kisses and tenderly lays her babe down on a bed of furs. Slowly, the adults surrounding the mother creep away, leaving the mother to say her goodbyes. The mother hangs her head, tears falling upon the babe's face. She gently wipes them off and kisses her child one more time, whispering a blessing as she stands. The mother slowly moves away, not allowing herself to look back.

Deceptive Appearances

            He needed a woman.  Not just any woman would do, but a petite woman who was fiercely independent and thought she was tough.  Well, that is what he wanted, anyway, to make the chase that much more fun.  He loved it when a little woman realized just how small she truly was under his demanding and brutal tutelage.  He leaned back in the chair that he occupied in a street side cafe, watching the people walk past him, oblivious to the havoc he could wreak upon their lives if he so chose.  A smirk briefly crossed his lips, quickly dissipating at the approach of one of the servers of the café.

             

Mother, Daughter

She was young to become a mother, only sixteen. Yet, a mother she became. A daughter had a daughter, becoming a mother, but what it was to be an adult, she still had yet to discover. She took steps down her path, made her way through a woods that became twisted, full of quagmires and brambles. Her daughter was her focus, a reason to survive anyway that she could. Her ties with her own parents became strained, love there, but not always acknowledged.

The Blind Warrior

The warrior stands alone,

Remembering past battles fought,

And in that memory claims his demons own.

With his sword, foes are laid prone,

But still he dreams of wars battled for naught.

The warrior stands alone.

The Lone Traveler

The first glimpse showed sharp-planed hardness,

A deadly edge, harnessed.

            The first conversation, unexpected connection,

            Self-proclaimed tendency towards sociopathic reaction.

                                                                                                            Male version me.

                        Martial art, knives, travel, humor, all.