Rheanna Douglas

Joined June 2021

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Home is Where the Heart Aches
I cannot wait to say, my life is so much better. I cannot wait to say, I should have done this all along. I cannot wait to say, what on earth kept me from this pleasure?
By Rheanna Douglas4 years ago in Poets
Sea of Green
I work with cannabis. It is how I earn my money, it is how I make my living. I work with it in all stages, from farm to bowl, so to speak. That includes growing it, processing it, and distributing it.
By Rheanna Douglas4 years ago in Potent
Beneath My Branches
My branches, stretch to the heavens, My roots reach for the heart of the earth. I have stood in this grove for nearly half of a century.
By Rheanna Douglas4 years ago in Fiction
Half Frozen
Sheriff Floyd Oakley stood at the edge of the old mill pond. Poking at slushy ice with the toe of his boot. The ice had only started to melt over the east half of the pond, the half that got the most sunlight during the mid part of the day.
By Rheanna Douglas4 years ago in Fiction
Green Light Means Run as Fast as You Can
Rex painted all of his flashlights green. All of his lanterns too, just like the light bulb on the back porch. He had this crazy idea that it helped the plants grow uninterrupted.
By Rheanna Douglas4 years ago in Fiction
What Went Down Behind the Bull Pen
Twelve year old Michael Horne tenuously leaned against the huge wooden corral, keeping a cautious eye on the massive beast it contained. The bull, heaving its colossal head with inimitable ferocity, kicked and bucked in circles around his pen. Blowing dust off the ground with each great snort, making it appear as if smoke poured from his nostrils as depicted in cartoons.
By Rheanna Douglas4 years ago in Fiction
Somewhere Beneath the Marigolds
Betty Horne turned the rich black soil thoroughly over with a hand rake. The kids ran past her laughing. Dot shrieking with excitement at the top of her lungs over the chasing game she played with her older brothers.
By Rheanna Douglas4 years ago in Fiction
Birds, Bees, and Butterflies. Top Story - August 2021.
For as long as I can remember, I have always loved playing in the dirt. I remember the fondness with which my father would recall the time when he first handed a very young me a squiggling, slimy earthworm. He said the sound that erupted along with the expression on my little face was nothing short of sheer delight.
By Rheanna Douglas4 years ago in Potent
Tied up with String
Davy Houston ambled up the long dirt road toward the familiar old farm house. It had been a long time since he'd seen his Uncle Harry and Aunt Ettie. He hadn't heard from them since he had his trouble up in Kansas.
By Rheanna Douglas4 years ago in Fiction
It Was a Piece of Cake
Ettie poured the thick, brown batter into the pan, using a spatula to scrape the last little bits of it down the sides. Reminding herself to refrain from licking her fingers, no matter how she may have subconsciously been tempted to do so.
By Rheanna Douglas4 years ago in Fiction
What Happened in the Barn
Light came pouring in through the freshly pierced hole in the old barn loft's lower side wall. The birds still scattering from the noise.
By Rheanna Douglas5 years ago in Fiction
Be Free
The sun was nowhere to be seen on this especially gray San Francisco morning. Angela trudged along the beach. Her mood matching the color of the sky.
By Rheanna Douglas5 years ago in Fiction