Based in Abilene, Texas, Allison often is a blog by Allison Brown. Her posts explore creative writing through photos, words and experiences.

ON THE STATE OF THINGS

ON THE STATE OF THINGS

It is a tornado out there.
Headlines sling around quick as gunfire, tears cut through the humid air like bullets. 

And our breath, for a moment, is suspended. 

We pause, looking left, right, craning upward, in search of some semblance of an answer to our questions hanging in dark, roiling clouds. 

The breath falls back down from its momentary lapse in motion before being swept away in a current of hot blood. 

In and out

Smoothly. 
Sharply. 
Suddenly. 

Natural rhythm picks up speed as the storm swirls closer to the houses we live in and debris is hurtled right at our eyes from screens the size of index cards. 

In and out
and in and out
and scrolling scrolling scrolling
through the torrent of heartfelt condolence, justified confusion, outright certainty that someone else is to blame. 

We clutch our indexed thoughts in the dark til our brains turn to applesauce and the unfolding of moments keeps us waiting - holding our breath again. 

Listen to the sirens and the cries. Do not turn them down and do not for one minute pretend you cannot hear or cannot see the flashes of rage in the eyes of another. Grapple with the darkness residing in you and wrench it away from your heart like your life, your breathing lungs will collapse if you don't face it. Let the pinpricks of light, however far off they may seem, dance in your eyes. Extend your fingertips across the chasms and galaxies to the hands of those looking for someone to see them. 

And love.
Love when it doesn't make sense.
Love when it's the only sensible thing we've got left. 

It is a tornado out there.
Headlines sling around quick as gunfire, tears cut through the humid air like bullets. 

And our breath, for a moment, is suspended. 

Poem No. 1: Death of a Journalist

Poem No. 1: Death of a Journalist

SLIGHTLY OPTIMISTIC

SLIGHTLY OPTIMISTIC