Author Archives: mr cliff

I know it’s there. I hide it behind a happy face, but I can still feel it. Sometimes the sadness seeps it’s way out of my eyes, which I wipe away and say it must be dry in here. But I know what it is. It will be there for a while. And the oneContinue reading “There is sadness behind my eyes.”

This is supposed to be stories that arise from my twisted imagination. I’ve been distracted by circumstance. I will get back on track. Perhaps I’ll continue the story I started. I know I said I may save it for later publication, but it’s like that saying, “finish what you started”. I will, but I haveContinue reading “I’ve been going off topic lately.”

Next week is my mother’s funeral. I’ve been mourning for the past two weeks and I’m ready to move on. But that can’t happen until next week. I love my mother and hopes she found peace. I can’t until the funeral. I don’t know what hurts more, her passing or having it drag out forContinue reading “So it’s set.”

The bartender says “we don’t serve your type here”. Ha, a writing joke. I’ll be here all week ladies and gentlemen.

I seem to be on a rant. My mother’s death is bringing up some emotions that are not conducive to a healthy mindset. I’m going to work on that.

– I don’t know. Why didn’t you ask me if I had any pictures of her? -I didn’t think you had any. -Me, the photographer, with two cameras and all the photo-editing software you could ask for, not have any decent photos? Like that one I sent you although I had to find out fromContinue reading “Why don’t you communicate with the family?”

It’s true. You only get one. The one I got has just passed away and it’s left me feeling sad. And that’s right. So why do I also feel angry? Is it because I just found out that I was a mistake? As well as my younger siblings? Is it because my father had noContinue reading “They say you only get one mother.”

…your scooter stops running. I have a 150cc motor scooter and had the misfortune of having to ride it in the rain. Not that I wanted to, florida weather is completely unpredictable and localized. There I was with a choice: the road ahead was clear and would have gotten me home in due time, butContinue reading “When it rains…”