May 16th 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008 at 10:40AM not knowing where you are
we may never know
it is said to be a sleeping or non-existence
nothing is promised here
or even if there is
a somewhere
our human conditions are not likely welcome
fairy tales of peace, rest and
castles made of butterly wings
brushing their delicious elixers
under her sleeping nostrils,
try to maintain a heavy shadow
over darker tales
where there comes no rest
no breath and no peace
a mother must know
beyond all else
that her own flesh, once
severed
remains somehow
somewhere
Layers
Friday, April 18, 2008 at 03:59PM When I think I have found all of her, there is more to be found.
November 16, 2007 - 18 Months
Friday, November 16, 2007 at 01:14AM How fulfilled I was then. How very empty now.
Thankful for This Person
Sunday, October 21, 2007 at 09:12PM Lucy, I do truly believe, from years of doing this
that Torri did not feel any pain.
I don’t believe there was any fear or scream because
it happened to fast.
I know you wish you could have been there and I know
that you wish you could change places with her,
because that is how I would feel, but God did not want
it that way
For tonight
Tuesday, August 28, 2007 at 11:08PM Here is the last photograph taken of Torri, by Torri, on May 15, 2006 at 10:00:36 pm…
Basic Needs
Monday, August 27, 2007 at 09:14PM Once we cannot find that which comes from our cells we lose ourselves.
Reflections
Friday, August 24, 2007 at 12:31PM The Chief blocked the sliding glass doors to my second story office, and Detective Clark crawled alongside me on the floor. I had entered my own Toledo prison, kidnapped by the words of the messengers.
Mrs. Bonney Part Three
Thursday, August 2, 2007 at 03:13PM “He saw me at the door, right here,” Jenny said, walking me over to her side door, “so he came over to the bottom of my stairs here. I remember that he looked to be in shape, you know, fit. And he was blonde or maybe a little gray, it was so hard to tell with his tan! I may have been taller than he was, but I was standing on these steps so I don’t know. He spoke very quickly and said, ‘Look, I have to go. I don’t want the trouble, I have to go.’ And he just left. No car. He was walking. It was so confusing. I don’t know why he was here in the pouring rain with no car, and he seemed so nervous.”
The Male was Seen by Two
Wednesday, August 1, 2007 at 10:35PM “THE FIRST PERSON ON THE SCENE also described a male individual, on foot (why… in the rain??) who was there, acting in a strange way, who then ran off, NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN. ” See The Sheriff’s Van entry.
Mrs. Bonney Part Two
Wednesday, August 1, 2007 at 05:33PM “I prayed for those girls. The car was stopped, right there, right at my mailbox. It was crazy how the car went from standing so still to over there. I wondered what was wrong, if the girls were turning around. And then the commotion, and the man..” She was starting to lose her breath again, her eyes darting.
Mrs. Bonney Part One
Tuesday, July 31, 2007 at 10:55PM We both looked up and it was then, amidst a fog of ribbons, that we made eye contact. My heart broke for what she saw.
The Sound of a Puddle
Thursday, July 19, 2007 at 08:54PM I lay awake last night. Each car - its weight, height, wheel health and speed
What Might You Do if the 16th Went Like This...?
Monday, July 16, 2007 at 09:06AM What if, after three weeks of this, on May 16th, 2006, at 7 am, the website changed to: a child character talking about not being safe and toy cars and the parents keeping their child out of school that day for fear of his or her safety? What if the song had been changed, also at 7 am to Hell’s Bells by AC DC, which starts with funeral bells and is about a teenager dying in the rain? Might you worry about your teenager?
The Purple Couch: Session One
Monday, July 9, 2007 at 01:34PM On May 14th, 2006, Torri was at her father’s house. It was closer to school so she did not have to get up as early. We always talked if she was not at home. That night I warned her about Terry Lynn.
One Year Ago and I Cannot Brush My Hair
Saturday, May 19, 2007 at 12:09PM I cannot brush out the hair. It reminds of how I brushed hers.
One Year Ago and 1800 People
Saturday, May 19, 2007 at 10:31AM the mother rabbit always goes to find the lost bunny no matter where that bunny goes