The Dark Matters

      “Miss Roach is a witch! And she eats roaches!” A 3ft tall girl screamed as she ran towards us from across the play ground. I already knew Mrs. Roach ate roaches. Everyone knew she ate roaches! I did feel nervous at the mention of a witch being amongst us if that was the situation we were in. It was early morning in Gainesville FL & a fog that had wet the ground lurking about the houses and tree’s was disappearing , evaporating through the tall tree tops of pine and oak heading towards the blue sky.   The emergency warning-welcome we received wasn’t the greeting we were accustomed to at Stepping Stones; simultaneously we started sizing up the small statured source. We were Sufficiently suspicious to say the least. The young 3 foot tall woman who was talking to us, me mostly, was in her early 4’s. What she yelled at us could be the result of a number of things I thought. “This could be a result of her going through something personal such as ...

                        It looks like only SS members see my posts. Prove me wrong and subscribe!                                       At My Behest (a poem)   Please watch over me, dear Lordie. Please watch over me. I've done some amazing things, dear Lordie, the evils ones won't let me be. I've smoked a few tons of weed, Good Lord; I've smoked it when I please. It's one of my favorite things you've made, Good Lord, except, of course, when you made me. I used to feel so guilty, my Lord; I used to cry while on my knees. They wanted me to die at a young age, dear Lord; they thought I would never see. I've been so close to the end of the line, my Lord; I could reluctantly foresee my death. Please listen to the words that I say, Good God; I'll be saying them until my dying breath. I need you to he...