Randy Riley

Joined February 2021

11 stories

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The ramblings of a mom who's stuck in her own head.

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Hilda
I drift off to sleep As the wind grows louder And the birds become still I feel the emptiness in the heaviness of my core
By Randy Riley8 months ago in Poets
Bedtime
Okay, time for bed Snack You just had a snack, time for bed Snack, yeah, snack Okay one snack, then time for bed Wiggles
By Randy Riley2 years ago in Poets
My Son's Mother
14 months, 24 days. That's how long you've been in this world, in my arms, and out of my body. You were created almost two years ago to the day, and now you're here, and it's been an honor meeting you and getting to know you, understanding you so deeply and intimately. I knew I'd be meeting someone new once you were born, but I didn't expect to meet two completely new people through your birth; you, and your mother.
By Randy Riley2 years ago in Families
Friends?
"Hi!" I say and wave They avoid my eyes and turn I do not know them
By Randy Riley2 years ago in Poets
The Gifted Kids
"Sugar and cream Chocolate and ice Give these girls a treat It'll be so nice" Shannon and I hold hands and say this together, when we open our eyes we hear the jingle of the ice cream truck turning down the street. It worked.
By Randy Riley2 years ago in Fiction
Watching the Clock
Time is an enigma. It’s a concept that we’re so familiar with, yet it’s so hard to grasp. We watch the clock, and the time barely passes. We look down, then look back up and it’s time to leave.
By Randy Riley2 years ago in Families
Back to October
I stand outside with my eyes closed I feel the brisk air on my cheeks It’s in my hair and tickling my nose I listen to the leaves as they roll down the street
By Randy Riley2 years ago in Poets
The Line
It’s barely 6, and I hardly slept. The sun isn’t up, he isn’t up, but I couldn’t settle down. I had to know. And now I have to tell him.
By Randy Riley2 years ago in Poets
The It Girl
I was sitting in bed watching Dawson’s Creek, Drinking wine, eating chips, and relaxing at the end of the week. Suddenly through the window I see a flash, I feel a boom, and I hear a crash.
By Randy Riley2 years ago in Poets
With the Flames
The bang, the crash, I jump awake, but I try to keep still, controlling my breath. It won't happen this time. It won't happen this time.
By Randy Riley5 years ago in Poets
With the Snowfall
You left again. You left, and I was okay. I almost wanted to stay here, with you gone. Months went by, new seasons, new cycles, new memories, new bonds.
By Randy Riley5 years ago in Poets