what words are made of
I’m standing on the edge of something. Something deep and velvety, a soft darkness that envelopes. Summons. I don’t know whether to float...
WYGIMCYSFT
you don’t see a dirty floor, you don’t see a cluttered dash, you don’t see stain-filled upholstery, you don’t see crumbs, you don’t see...
The Best Person in Somewhereville
In Beckett’s eyes, Olivia is perfect. Okay, maybe perfect is too strong of a word. No human being is without flaws. She is no exception...
Fry Day
Reginald looked a lot like one would expect. He was distinguished, tall, thin, and had a Wondrous Moustache. His hair was white and he...
Porch Lights
Some balmy night when all is still (except, perhaps, the soft and cadenced crickets on the lawns) you’ll see them dotting darkened...
Wednesday, November 9, 2016
Following the US Presidential Election- An American Student Perspective I grasp for the words of expression. My admiration extends to...
Untitled
I live for the energy emitted by a symphony of sighs and a creaky front door. The shadows can hold me tight so long as your belt buckle...
Clean
moonlight filters down kissing my skin back awake washing you from me
River Bend
Poodle clouds curve around the hot sky surprising the eye with its wavering. Frogs leap below the low spruces, in cool, squishy mud....
The Boat
the Boat sits in the harbor and waits to swim for it hates to wait and yearns to join its friends and waits to swim and cross the oceans...