She exhales into a brand new year, fresh and vibrant. Each beat of her heart expels any niggling suspicions of staleness. The morning rays flicker through, brightening the room, and she feels the picture’s complete, till hubby shatters it with shards of routine: “Morning, Love. Fancy a cup of tea?”
Connell is reassured that the more things change, the more they stay the same.
While she watched her clock
tick past the stroke of
midnight and her fearful cat
run under her foot,
she knew she had another
year to find true love
and start anew as
she paused to hear the
song of cheers of the
new year ring throughout
her tiny town.
Nikki Carr lives and writes in California but New York was where she was exposed to poetry which ultimately helped influence her life and writing style. Nikki’s work was recently published by Prolific Press andEmerge Literary Journal. Nikki’s work shows a true passion for nature, mankind, and everyday experiences.
I watched her among the sea of people, a ghost from my past.
In a previous life, I stood in his shoes.
When the ball dropped, they broke into song, their voices carrying “Auld Lang Syne” skyward. I watched them embrace as I walked away; she never looked my way.
C.K. Black resides in the town of Sherman, CT. His work has appeared in The Rusty Nail Magazine, Tales of the Zombie War and a forthcoming Page and Spine magazine. When he’s not working his day job, he can be found writing. He can also be found on twitter @CKBlack21.
Sneakers, loafers, toes of steel?
Slippers, flip-flops, high-tops, heels?
Choose your footwear
Choose your road
Or heavy loads?
This new year, where will you walk?
Fly alone? Join the flock?
It’s your call
You’re in control
Tie your laces
Check your soles
Will you wear new shoes
Have a blessed, happy New Year!
This year I will be in charge of resolutions, mine and my husband’s. He will drop his socks into the laundry basket instead of lofting them into the lighting fixture, kicking them under the bed, or “testing the limits of gravity” as he claims.
Consequences for failure will be severe.
Recently, Marian Brooks has begun to write some short fiction. Her work has appeared in Curly Red Stories, Short Humour, Thick Jam and others.