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dreams

Near Misses (Microfiction)

She zoned out again. She could just barely catch his face this time. Broad shoulders, a little husky, fresh haircut, nice clothes but not pretentious. She could just make out the sent of his cologne. She swore she knew the... Continue Reading →

I long for peaceful waters. So lay down. Allowing the current to move me with it's will. Tired of the struggle, I float. Farther from land, farther from home. But home? Home is where I live. Home is where the... Continue Reading →

Lemonade (poem)

You are the love of my life. Stop giving me the rest of you. Stop giving me the remnants. Only coming to me when your souls in need of refilling, Forever giving me the bitterest of the rind. I find... Continue Reading →

Your Ideal Woman. (prose)

Sometimes I close my eyes and envision your ideal woman. She's strong, confident, independent. She doesn't stammer over words when excited. She takes time with her appearance. You'll never catch her slippin', at anything. Big boobs, round behind, makeup on... Continue Reading →

Escape (Prose)

I used to live for worlds like Narnia, Used to search for its portals like some search for gold. A secret means to self-discovery. A place to encounter God, see Him, feel Him in a different way, Thinking that perhaps... Continue Reading →

scribbles (poem)

Meaningless lines of endless rhyme, Blank pages like empty minds, Pictures devoid of meaning or symbolism. To a mind closed to the tangibility of realism, My words are nothing, a mere dream. To me, they elevate my consciousness far above... Continue Reading →

Delays…(microfiction)

She'd listened patiently as he detailed his plans for the future. Plans that talked of building but building that would have to put off for the time being. He said they had to be practical. While marriage was the goal... Continue Reading →

At Some Point (prose)

At some point, your parents stop picking you up.  At some point, they stop kissing boo-boos.  At some point, they stop tucking you in at night.  At some point, they start expecting things from you.  At some point, they expect... Continue Reading →

Same Birds, New Feathers (poem)

she dreamed of taking flight, leaving the life she knew behind, find new wings. She'd been clipped before, the weak had stolen her wings,  her dreams. she watches the planes soar and smiles, new dreams encapsulate old fantasies; She would... Continue Reading →

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