Most years in mid-October, Trever and I go on a trip up to Northern Arkansas. Our anniversary is October 12th and, since I have been working in the schools again, mid-October is also the time for our fall break. This year we had a loose plan to go up to Eureka Springs for the Voices
Author: Karri Brackett
…remembering Bubby His original foster name was Gibson and he was one half of my cancer consolation prize. We had only had cats as pets for many years, with the exception of one ill-fated decision to adopt a giant Scottish terrier who we rehomed after less than a year. But after I completed chemotherapy for
Today was a good day. A good day to watch the rain from the dry warmth of the office, The steady rhythm of the raindrops an accompaniment To both work and some light housekeeping. Today was a good day. A good day to drive the long way through downtown, Observing trees whose leaves have finally
In one of the last scenes of “It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown,” Sally bemoans the fact that she missed out on Halloween festivities due to sitting in the pumpkin patch with Linus waiting for the Great Pumpkin, a mythical Halloween figure who never materializes despite the sincerity of the pumpkin patch in which they
If ever we converse and I do not look you in the eye, Please do not take it as a sign of disrespect or disinterest. I’m listening. Perhaps it is a vestige of childhood shyness, The girl who doesn’t speak unless spoken to. She’s listening. Perhaps it is the curse of the socially awkward, Looking
The first time around I noticed the trees, Autumn has been arriving in fits and starts and the colors Stood out in the midst of so many still green. The second time around the trio of ducks, Conversed noisily amongst themselves as I approached, Declaring the water a safer place to be. The third time
I anticipate the arrival of autumn every year. Feeling sure that the sweltering southern summer will never end. Looking forward to the holidays and the every days that the “-ber months” bring. So wrapped up am I in that anticipation and preparation, I often fail to notice the slightest change of color in a leaf,
I exhale A breath so heavy That it might be Perceived as a sigh. But no It is only a breath That I had to release Once I realized That it was being held. Karri Temple BrackettSeptember 19, 2023
The thunder rumbles in the early morning hours At first in the distance, but rolling closer as the minutes pass. Daylight is delayed as storm clouds extend the darkness past dawn and A restless night transitions into a turbulent morning. Rain finally falls providing some relief from the insufferable heat of this past week. We
I find myself in that place once again.That liminal space, that in between place. Is it God forsaken or God ordained?That place in between what was and will be. Not knowing what’s next beleaguers my mind.A measure of grief? A day of relief? Remaining suspended within this plane,As I wait for some sign to move