This stuff is sort of just pouring out of me.
Here’s another one… “Houses” (for lack of a better title). It started out as one thing and came out completely different than I thought it would. That’s the magic of writing.do not move, my mother said. stay exactly where you are. i squeezed my butt and didn’t budge but my mind went very far i went to places in my head where horses dance and speeders sped where fishes prance and houses creak under young and old, over brave and meek. the houses they know, the secrets kept the flights of fancy, how people wept they do not share, they don’t betray they keep you in their hearts, you stay forever theirs, it’s a memory place where thoughts oft wander in open space stay right there, my mother said i did not move; i bowed my head.
(c) 2013 Molly Field