No Linda

Darrin McDermott had not wanted his wife to get pregnant. He’d told her up front bad genes roosted in his family tree, and he didn’t want to risk having a defective child. They had agreed before marrying five years earlier that this would be a childless union. But Linda had not stood by their agreement, yet he still loved and adored her–his golden angel.

Darrin now realized he should have used a condom–having a vasectomy had always been out of the question–but Linda had assured him she took her birth control pills faithfully. And she still swore by this, saying the pregnancy was an accident. But he had seen the longing in her eyes when they happened upon a mother and child, and had hurt for her. And perhaps, if he were to be honest, a little for himself.

No, he didn’t believed her, but had never told her so. He couldn’t bear the pain he knew would cloud her beautiful blue eyes if he called her out on it. Continue reading



Dark woods, deep woods, deathly woods,
Through them I rush-race-run.
Moon glows, moon shows, moon knows,
Soon I will be done.

Bog sucks, bog slurps, bog swallows,
Stealing the boots from my feet.
Briars snatch, briars catch, briars latch,
Determined we shall meet.

Water utters, water mutters, water blubbers,
Through rimed wetness I sloggishly go.
Rocks thrash, rocks slash, rocks gash,
Riving cracks into my soul.

Solid dirt, cold dirt, stinging dirt,
Toes digging in, I stagger up a knoll.
Trees shadow, trees shelter, trees shield—
Or so I have been told.

Wolves prowl, wolves howl, wolves growl,
Form a menacing circle round me.
Darkling eyes, devil eyes, demon eyes,
But only one will feast on me.

Teeth show, teeth smile, teeth sink
Dagger fangs above my breast.
My master’s kiss, my lover’s kiss, my Alpha’s kiss
Weeps river-red upon my chest.

Dark woods, deep woods, deathly woods,
Through them I rush-race-run.
Moon glows, moon shows, moon knows,
My life has just begun.


Blooms of roses
Blooms of blood–
One an olfactory explosion
The other a lava flood.

Tears of happiness
Tears of pain–
One emotion elemental
The other…acid rain.

Words of comfort
Words of hurt–
One warms the coldest soul
The other…my coffin, unseen, six feet beneath the dirt.