There’s thick air,we’re sweltering and shuffling up and down big and little mounds. Thick air doesn’t choke us.The hot sun … More
Tag: creativewriting
Spilling Puddles
If the puddles could speak,they would spill it all.Tear stained cheeks,loving what can’t come to life. Lost in a dizzy … More
A Cellular Dream
Felt it all,your frustrations, your highs. Read it all,your unsent letters, your messages containing lies. Someone keeps finding outall that … More
Heavy, Cold Blankets
Reaching out The sun is so bold,covering my ashen form The blankets shift I can hear the shrill call of … More
Kind Kelpie?
Into the swamp, eyes rise.Stream streams like a runny faucet, off his nose.Dispersing into the atmosphere, causing the air to … More
Stole Away
I’m stealing myself to the acrid but sweet.Taste.Liquid gold snaking down my throat,bitter moca, sweet mint. How could I be … More
Animated Inanimate
You’re inanimate.Imaginary guide, my invincible railing.You’re my glass slippers, transparent but unbreakable like titanium. With one look, one soft touch, … More
While Sleeping
Thinking of this space,this place that I visit in my sleeping .Stepping up stone stairs, mossy stones staring gingerly back … More
Alive
I hear this songmy world goes stillI hear your heart in your wordsand it plays into my blood.I cry and … More
To Be Dead
I’ll close my eyes this final time and whisper my goodbye.As I lie, laying prostrate, the sacrifice you chose.I’ll whisper … More
This Road
*short disclaimer- This piece as well as the next two to come, To Be Dead and Alive are kind of … More
Patience Pools
Trying to settle the nettles sticking to my pants and socks, shoving hands through air, pushing mutely for the knob. … More
Abstract Tomorrow
Tomorrow can sometimes be a worrisome word, provoking insidious whirlwinds of anxious thoughts and a certain uncertainty with them. The … More
When Memories Are Alive
The wind blew through me, underneath this naked tree. High on the peak, it takes me back to a time … More
Here
Searching for an unheard of place, people with meaning. I want so change, but still cling to what is familiar. … More
The Proud Tree
Fallen, you still are proud. With eyes wide open, I lean further down, face almost touching the bark. The moss … More
Hoodwinked by “Knowledge”
Inspired by the novel, All Quiet on The Western Front Bang. The first shot echoed loudly. His knees buckled … More
Prince X
She was sitting in a light room filled with people whom bore familiar faces. They were laughing and so was … More