You Showed Me, but What Did You Feel?
Lullabies and Lillypads, You always make it sound so pretty. And willow trees among apple trees. You always make it sound so beautiful. But what happened by…
Bottle
You’re glaring at the empty and innocent bottle on the edge of the desk. I could not justify dirtying a glass after the dishes were finished. No, that’s not…
The Shifting Pedestal
A pedestal is no place to be. They’re unstable and wholly dependent on the construction of the floor. A shifting tile or an expanding crack can disrupt a…
The Future Is Amoung Us; For Those Who Look
I remember the past as I predict the future Mere wisps of my imagination fill my head To my surprise sights of marvels, and amazement sculped in my mind As it…
When I Let My Hands Talk
A writer will always write to an audience who might never see the words, so in essence then a writer is always talking to themselves. * * * * Mmm, yes, the…
The Hunt pt. 2
The drum of pulsing veins grows ever louder as she gains on her prey, and with every passing fractional second she draws nearer, and nearer, and yet nearer…
The Hunt pt. 1
The huntress shifts across night in a silent power that echoes across the plains, seeking blood and owning her land with a surety that escapes all else and is…
Dirge
The air is stiff, as stiff as my spine against naked wooden pews. Solemn murmurs glide from pillar to pillar as crackling fabric gnaws at my skin. Bursts of…
Campground
We sit around a camp fire sharing stories as we sip down our vodka and rum. Bundled up in sweatshirts with our hoods covering our heads we huddle closer to the…
Through the Frozen Hell
Deafening winds carried the blinding sheet of snow over the blank white oblivion. Though it appeared untouched, something small and brown struggled through…