Casey Promise Thompson
I’m a Visual Artist, Omnist, Wordsmith, Chronic Daydreamer and Lover of all things Brie.
Disability and Optimism Bias
Waking up in a dizzying state of sunlight and the tail end of tranquilizers. My every morning. I roll over a few more times trying to coax my body back to sleep. I’m so physically drained and aching…..but it’s also depression too, and I know it.
Casey Promise ThompsonPublished 3 days ago in Humans
The Cabin
Cooked chinese chestnuts, yellowing ginkgo leaves, the tick-ticking of a clock and the sweet subtle smell of cedar. Old logs stacked upon another, a fireplace made of carved rocks, the scent of wood and smoke, the ringing of the phone.
Casey Promise ThompsonPublished 8 days ago in Poets
When Will We Get It Right?
It isn't that time evades us, but that we evade the endless possibilities of ourselves and what we are capable of. We, as humans, are at a standstill.
Casey Promise ThompsonPublished 13 days ago in Humans
A Life Pondered
The eastern sun rose over the valley and I awoke to the western winds gently caressing my body. It was even colder last night, and I could feel the tug of fatigue and aching in my limbs. It was expected.
Casey Promise ThompsonPublished 16 days ago in Fiction
Fruit From The Heavens
With the yearly nostalgic crunch of Autumn leaves under his boots and the wind rushing through the trees, Charlie stood atop the small boulder and breathed in the new day with a euphoric calming gaze. He had his brand new camera and was ecstatic to make the familiar trek into the woods at the Old Stone Fort Park.
Casey Promise ThompsonPublished 17 days ago in Fiction
Oh, Society
Stepping off the sweet edge of darkness Body tense and bare Naked and still and soft and sweet A show of compassion For myself as I write this
Casey Promise ThompsonPublished 21 days ago in Poets
When The Story Dies
I originally intended to write a fictional short story about a frozen pond. That was the prompt given to me, a specific challenge for Vocal Media. I opened my computer and my hands were all in a frenzy and my thoughts were sailing with the metaphorical wind and oh how the high got higher and I was flying.
Casey Promise ThompsonPublished 26 days ago in Journal
When the Thundersnow Breaks
It had been an exhausting 1,200 miles of endless driving through flat landscapes, but then Jayden felt a stir of elation course through her body as she spotted the tips of the snow-covered Santa Fe Mountains come into view over the horizon.
Casey Promise ThompsonPublished about a month ago in Fiction
