Journey of the Mind | Stories & Poems

  The gravel underneath the truck’s tires let out muffled pops and cracks as the vehicle slowed and finally came to a stop in front of the tractor repair shop. The former funeral home, converted to a garage, was given a large berth by the surrounding buildings. The shop’s aluminum siding appeared gray in color giving the structure an unnatural waxy appearance. Sarah slipped from the passenger side and shut the door. The normally loud thud was subdued in the early morning fog. She looked back at the old, dilapidated tractor resting motionless, and silent on top of the trailer its bulk was enclosed on all four sides with only the upper half exposed to the chilly air. Her lips pursed and her eyes blinked uncontrollably, batting at the moisture flooding them. She remained there for a few moments before turning and walking towards the service entrance. Halfway there a figure in blue coveralls wearing a baseball cap emerged from the door. “Morning mam. What can we do for you?” The el...

The echo of blossoms in bloom. Their pink florets - a fable’s genesis. I see them all – all in the rear view. The promise of summer and morning dew little lies that become so serious. Watch the sunrise setting in a lilac sky, Its splendor squandered by the western view. So quiet is the hour before the night, The familiar, changing - colored with a darker hue. Wine and saccharin - comfort in the twilight.