Luc

The story of an abusive relationship from the inside. A person always has the ability to make choices, but what we have inside us can make us make the wrong ones—until the time is right to make the right ones.

2007 Anthology

I first met Petey shortly after I started working with Donny. Though “met” is not the right word; it is more like “encountered” or “became aware of.” Donny and I were having lunch together—or as “together” as two barely acquainted co-workers sitting at the same lunch table could be—when Donny had reached in his wallet to get a buck for a soda and a bunch of papers had spilled out. I reached down to pick up one that had floated down by my feet and noticed it was a photograph. I raised my eyebrows

2007 Anthology

The motor coughed a few times before it shut down. “Damned motor,” Kevin cursed. He’d taken the old thing apart and put it back together so many times he could do it with his eyes closed, but he couldn’t get it to stop doing that. It was probably time to get a new motor. “Have to remember to have Old Bob take a look at it when we go back to the mainland. Damned thing’s going to strand me out here one day.” “I still can’t believe you live on an island in the middle of a lake,” Matthew

2007 Anthology

“Have you been happy?” I felt the answer immediately. “If I hadn’t been, wouldn’t you have known?” It had been years since we had used words to communicate. But I could sense the slipping, the gentle pulling away that made them necessary now, even if I felt them rather than heard them. I saw the smile on his lips. It matched mine. “Yes, we would have known.” I honored the bond that still existed. Honored it as I clung to it. “There has never been one moment of re

2007 Fairy Tale Anthology -- image, needs tags

Once upon a time there lived a man. The man, through much hard work, had risen from his peasant birth to own a fine property with servants of his own. Having reached such a satisfying position in life, he decided it was time he marry. He set out to find a wife, starting his quest in the local villages around his home. But though he found many pretty maids, any one of which would gladly have accepted his hand and would have made him a good wife and presented him with many strong, healthy chil

2006 Winter Anthology Poem (essential pic)

I, no more by Luc We, no more

LIMINALITY By Luc “You watch too many movies, Jayce,” I said, shaking my head. “No, it’s not from a movie,” Jayce leaned closer, that excited, intense look in his eyes that he got whenever something had hold of him. “I saw a program on the History Channel and I’ve read a lot about it.” I rolled my eyes. “I think we’ve all seen that program, and everyone knows the history of Halloween and all the myths and legends.” He made a frustrat

2006 Fall Anthology

Have I Mentioned That I Miss You? by Luc Monday: Well, Allen, I’m here. Almost changed my mind, which is why I’m here on Monday instead of Sunday. But I could hear you saying “Don’t be stupid, everything’s paid for and they won’t give you the money back if you cancel this late.” That and sitting around the house when I had planned to be sitting around on the beach would probably have me in a mood all week. Not that I’m not going to be in one anyway, since you aren’t

2006 Summer Anthology

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Thanks, everyone Sorry I haven't been around to say thanks sooner. My eyes are still being bitches and my dear son fried my computer. Finallly got another one and then my internet starteed giving me hell. Verizon sucks. But it is better now. *knocks on wood* Now if I could onlyh get my head to write something...

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Not brilliant words, but the first I have written in ages. I am hoping they have made enough of a crack in the wall for me to get through. Maybe it has, because I just finished sending a long email to someone I haven't really "talked" to in a while. I've been avoiding most everyone for a while. Mostly because I have been withdrawn inside myself. I'm trying to get out of there because "inside myself" is a really anoying place to be. You all are much more interesting that I am and I would rather spend time talking to you than rooting around in the dark, moldy soil in my head. You know, I miss the chat room. I've never been great at talking one-to-one but really enjoy talking with people--as long as there is a background I can fade into if needed. Otherwise I tend to end up having long silences that tend to make people think I find them boring or that my attention is elsewhere. What it really is, though, is that I get amazingly insecure and freeze up. But anyway... I am really hoping to do some writing tonight. I managed that little bit last night, so I am hopeful.

Happy Birthday!

Birthday Wishes In about 15 minutes it will be your birthday where you are, the day I will always hold close against my heart. As long as I have breath in my lungs, on this day I will bake you a cake and on that cake I will put one candle for each year of the life I so cherish and one-by-one I will blow out each candle and make a wish for you. So as you read these wishes, my angel, picture me blowing out each candle, one at a time, and making these wishes for you. Yes, they are the same wishes I made last year and the year before--because I will always wish these things for you. And I have added one more: I wish: [*]that every word you speak is heard, listened to and valued for its true worth [*]that every step you take in life takes you one step closer to your goals [*]that whenever it rains, you don

I will tell him that you liked them--as soon as I tell him that I posted his homework for the entire world to see He originally wrote "It was a dark and stormy night." I bit my tongue firmly--since he was SO enamored of that sentence--but convinced him to at least change the "stormy" to something else. I only managed to get him to give up "stormy" when I mentioned that nowhere else had he referred to anything "stormy" about the night and if he wanted to keep stormy, he would have to add something else to confirm the storminess of the night The prospect of having to think up another sentence convinced him.

So every once in a while priorities need to be adjusted, which is why I haven't been 'around' much lately. Sam has always been a good student. He still is. But it seems that he has had some difficulty with his math class from the beginning of the year. Now, I knew he didn't like the teacher's style. He said that the first week. But what I didn't know was that he was finding it difficult to follow him and was getting behind because he hadn't been doing the math homework. Apparently he felt overwhelmed and just didn't do it. I had asked him more than once about his math homework, but he told me he either didn't have any or he had done it in study hall. Didn't feel right to me, but Sam learns the hardway. So his mark in math (which is 8th grade math, he is in 7th grade) for the first half of the marking period was a D. so we figured out where is issues were and have been working on correcting them. That takes time and attention. With Sam, who has ADHD, it takes a lot of time and attention on my part. So today he came home and told me he got a 92 on his math test. The next highest grade in the class was 62. Most of the grades were in the 40's. I am very proud of him. He took his D as a serious warning and has made extra effort to do better. I'm also pleased that he has been willing to put a little more effort into his writing assignments for English While Sam may have inherited my imagination, he did not inherit my love of writing. To him, writing is a chore to be completed with as little effort as possible. If 5 sentences are required for a paragraph, he will count them. I have told him for years that he needs to stop focusing on things like that and just tell the story. I THINK he may be getting the idea. More or less. He has recently had two writing assignments that he has actually worked hard on. *laughs* Ok, yes, I made sure he did. But despite what Scott tried to imply the other night, I did not tell him what to write. What I did was prod him into thinking about what he was writing and think about how words were used to convey meanings. I let him use my laptop and use Word because he really hates the physical act of writing and Word makes it easier for him to edit. Without Word, his first thoguht is what he keeps--since he is too lazy to erase and re-write. The end results were pretty good and really reflect his own style and his growing willingness to put a little more effort into his creataivity. So....i will play the good dad and post my little boy's (the little boy who is now 12 and outweighs me and is nearly as tall as I am) two stories here. Could be worse, I could be postinng pictures This one was for one of those horrid assigments where you have to use all the vocabulary words. I always hated those:

Nothing profound here tonight Sorry. Things come in 3's, or so they say. I really hope that is true. Last night my nearly 3 year old cat Tribble died suddenly, and I mean suddenly. I went upstairs to watch hockey and she was fine. About a half hour later, Sam comes out o his room and then comes running into me saying that Tribble fell over on the landing. Sure enough, there she was just lying there. I gave her some water and she drank it, turned over and died. She was always healthy. A few minutes later I notice Babes lying by herself in a corner of the hall. I touched her and she stood up and meowed plaitively and fell over. I gave her some food and water, she ate and drank. I put her in a box in the bathroom near the litter boxes--hoping she would use them if needed, and found her at 5 am in the litter box, dead. She has been on borrowed time since she was a week old. She had a huge swelling in her anal gland then and the vet gave very little hope for her survival. He told me all I could do was hot pack the swelling and hope it was an infection and rub her stomach gently with a warm, wet washcloth. I did that and her 2 mamas washed her and fed her and kept her warm. She spent the first 4 months of her life either on my shoulder, inside my shirt or in between her mamas. She was never quite right. she would fall over (her grandfather had balance issues that he passed on to many of his descendents) and had a herpes infection in her eyes that left her blind in one eye. Her tail drooped from her early problem and when she wanted to flick it around, it would spin and whip like a propeller. She was the most loveable pain in the ass you can imagine. As needy and clingy as they come. She was 2 years old. So she had nearly 3 years longer than she was expected to have. So I have been fairly shut down emotionally all day. I talked to Snowy last night and actually had a conversation about math. It made use of that other side of my brain and actually kept me distracted enough that i could sleep--having engaged in very satisfying brain sex. Which was a good thing. Thrn tonight i went down into the basement to do laundry before the Islanders game. sam comes down a few mnutes later in a panic and says that Miss Kay is dying. I had him bring her down to me. Sure enough, she was. I held her until she died. I talked to her a lot. She was my baby. I would sit at the dining room table and she would launch herself from wherever onto my shoulder, or she would climb up my side to sit on my chest with her head on my shoulder. That is how she died, with her head on my shoulder. She kneaded a little while i talked to her. Then she just died. She would have been a year old next week. She was always small and not always well. She was on antibiotics of one form or another most of her life. She was very inbred, which I know weakens them. but she was special, so very special to me. Every day I would hold her and talk to her and tell her she had 'big ass footies' which she did. no princess feet there. And I would tell her she looked just like her daddy--which is also her older brother. She was special. My favorite kitten. i completely lost it while holding her in the basement. So tomorrow is another day. I'm going to play Chess with Sam now and hope he doesn't kick my ass like he did the last time. It's sad when a 12 year old can beat you at games. The little shit.