Caitlin McColl
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The Blood of a Dead Poet
Author's Note: This is the final poem that was in Concrete & Glass (part 2) : Twilight, a dark poetry collection. But, I didn't feel like it quite fit there with the rest of the poems so decided to release it separately. If you enjoy dark stuff/horror, I think you may enjoy this! ~ C
By Caitlin McColl3 years ago in Poets
How Death Has Helped Me Live
Death has changed the way I think about life. It’s not something I really thought about much before my mom’s passing in December 2015. I’d lost my grandfathers from both sides long before then, but they were elderly, so even though I was sad, it was a natural and expected thing (my mom’s dad was 90 and my dad’s was 79), and one of my Dad’s sisters (she was young-ish, but I didn’t know her well, so, that didn’t overly impact me).
By Caitlin McColl3 years ago in Motivation
Of Concrete & Glass
This is the second part of a 2 part poetry collection. You can find part 1 in my profile which is all about beauty and nature. This collection is the flipside of the coin and is all about the darker, scarier aspects of humanity, life and the world we live in.
By Caitlin McColl3 years ago in Poets
The Anti-Self Care Revolution
Self care seems to be the buzzword of all buzzwords at the moment. And, to be fair, it’s not a bad thing. In fact, it’s something that most, if not all, of us need - and probably a lot right now, after the world-upending last 18 months that has been beyond insane for a variety of reasons, the least of which is the Covid-19 pandemic, which I know most of want to see the backside of and never hear the word Covid again (or at least for a very, very long time). When I hear the words self care my immediate thought is: junk food and comfy clothes - more specifically chocolate cake, yoga pants and a baggy t-shirt. But I’ve come to realize that that’s a fantasy, cartoonish version. That’s not really self-care (though, I guess it can be, once in a blue moon - the cake that I mean. The yoga pants and oversized tee? Go to town. I won’t judge.). If nothing else, it’s probably a recipe for self-loathing after eating a giant piece of rich chocolate cake!
By Caitlin McColl3 years ago in Psyche
Radio Silence - Part 4
“So why don’t you want to go to your family in Milwaukee?” Joe asked, to fill the silence in the car. “Missouri,” Melanie corrected. “Well, for one thing, I can’t really get there very easily since they’ve stopped all the planes. Unless I want to do something stupid like hitchhike.”
By Caitlin McColl3 years ago in Fiction
Welcome to the Vocal Café
So, I'm pretty new to Vocal (and Medium). I'm not a Vocal+ member, but even so I've enjoyed my experience so far. One thing I like about Vocal is that there's no limit on the amount of stories/articles/posts you can read, unlike other sites that have you become a member in order to read more than a handful of stories a day or month. So that's very refreshing!
By Caitlin McColl3 years ago in Journal
The Wishing Tree
“Come quick!” shouted Julia down the phone. “Ari’s gone missing!” No sooner had Detective Thomas McCloud closed his front door and started towards his car did large raindrops begin to splatter on the ground. Thankfully, he was wearing his trusty red trench coat. He sped along the dirt and gravel roads as quickly as his small battered car would allow and was soon sprinting, or rather jogging, towards Julia’s house, and Julia who was standing on her front porch looking a bit frazzled. McCloud didn’t mind a bit of rain, but he did not like thunderstorms one bit, and by the time he’d reached the front steps of the Sylvania’s house, the rain had turned into one heavy thunderstorm.
By Caitlin McColl3 years ago in Fiction
The Jade Dragonfly
‘Aha!’ said Constable Lattley as he knelt down to take a closer look. ‘Look at this Detective!’ he said excitedly. Detective Tom McCloud was just starting to open the pantry door in the kitchen when he sighed and came over to where Johnny was kneeling on the floor peering at something on the ground. ‘What is it?’ he grumbled.
By Caitlin McColl3 years ago in Fiction