Fauna Branigan
Often when I'm trying to get something done, laundry, dishes, I suddenly realize what my life is today. Single mother of two young children with an incomplete bachelors degree and a car that is in desperate need of a paint job. Years ago when I stare out the window at the rolling green hills of Ireland, or the sunny beaches of Florida, I never thought I'd be nestled in the midwest and happy to be so.
Blogs by this Author
When I had it all.
- By Fauna Branigan
- Published 09/5/2008
Last night I fell asleep on the edge of civilization. It was a high
wall of brick and mortar, encompassing things beyond my comprehension.
There they wandered, miles beneath me, roaming romantical...
Cars, stars, and aeroplanes.
- By Fauna Branigan
- Published 09/5/2008
He runs to the stairs, making her stomach drop, and turns around to
blow her a kiss. He stops and waits, watching as she frantically leaps
over chairs and toys to reach him. Without a word he rais...
Everybody needs some time.
- By Fauna Branigan
- Published 09/5/2008
You see her at the kitchen table. Say, "hi". You wait for that snide
remark, that catty back-talking that you're so familiar with by now.
She lifts her head, smiles, doesn't say anything.You want...
But she won't, no she can't.
- By Fauna Branigan
- Published 09/5/2008
It's sad to think that they've walked together, shared secrets and
planned schemes, yet one will have to watch the other go. She can't
help him up, she can't walk away. Paralyzed in the sun-fall s...
And as she rips off the petals, her fingers do burn.
- By Fauna Branigan
- Published 09/5/2008
What would you say if I told you that you were about to die, and that I would be the one delivering you to the next world?
I've a question to ask, it might seem a bit forward . . . no
here, come sit...
Undone.
- By Fauna Branigan
- Published 09/5/2008
Usually there was darkness, all around. No lights, no moonbeams. Just the dark sky hanging far above.A
faint orange glow licked at the edges of her window, trying to get
around the curtains that h...
Burned into a moment.
- By Fauna Branigan
- Published 09/5/2008
There are a few thingsthat can't be said.For you, the words would fall and swayyou'd dodge them . . .I, am not that lucky.I can not get away.These demons do haunt metheir faces, my skies.Caustic words...
It's painful, the way this clock ticks so.
- By Fauna Branigan
- Published 09/5/2008
I slowly closed the fridge, trying to unscrew the milk with the same hand I held it in. The thought to use my teeth was entertained momentarily; if anyone caught me with my mouth on the milk carton a...
Lost in a caustic downpour.
- By Fauna Branigan
- Published 09/5/2008
He sat alone, his back to the rest of the world. There were a few toys scattered around him, all lying on their sides, but there was one thing that he kept coming back to: clenched in his two little...