Where poetry and stories collide.

“Parting Words” (Microfiction)

They laid side by side in grass, gazing up at the familiar night sky. Cradled in the crook of his arm she turned to face him. "I have loved you in and out of time. You have been my favorite... Continue Reading →


Dancing in the Moonlight (short story)

It was just supposed to be a regular date night, dinner and maybe a movie if it wasn't too late. How they ended up under a bridge with the car radio blaring and her twirling to King Harvest, he'd never... Continue Reading →

Fixer Upper (poem)

There once was a house on the end of a lane. Tall and erect, it wasn't stately but it was a home. Over the years it fell into repair. It's shutters crooked, The paint, cracked and peeling. A shell of... Continue Reading →

Failure to Launch (poem)

Like the kite that never leaves the ground, The verse left incomplete, Like a song without a hook, I've failed to take flight. My wings, too weak, Have left me alone on the ground. Rapid wing beats, take me a... Continue Reading →

Hitchhiker (poem)

I never asked for company.  Didn't issue an invitation on my journey either. So how the heck did you get here? I have enough baggage, No passengers on my plane, No backseat drivers either. I suggest you get off at... Continue Reading →

Snapshot (microfiction)

Jane gazed at the painting while the curator monotonously droned on about modern art. "Gazato wanted to capture the blurring of humanity in the rush of everyday life. The loss of self..." The blurring of humanity...the rest of the tour... Continue Reading →

Nothing But Words (poem)

In various languages, In different tongues, We all say the same things. I question the purpose. Since there is nothing new under the sun, Why do we share our thoughts? Why do we write? Perhaps it is the idea, That... Continue Reading →

Home. (poem)

In the pursuit of new things, never forget the things that once felt like home. Home is where the heart is, But never forget where it once was. PhotoCred

Autumn Leaves (poem)

I cried when I met you. I cried cause I knew, I met you at the wrong time. Neither of us were ready for what ensued. I knew you and I wanted you- But I couldn't keep you. Your type... Continue Reading →

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