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To Come Alive (poem)

She wakes while sleeping. While others rise with the dawn, their eyes popping open to see the day- She awakes when her eyes shut. Her world, only sensible when dreaming.

It never gets any easier, he mused as he stared down at the body. The hands still gripped the earth as they had in the moments before death. His stomach churred. He didn't want to be here. Why was his... Continue Reading →

Thursdays are for pasta. Sauce made from scratch, Pasta too, if we're being ambitious. As we chop garlic, sprinkle oregano, Crush pepper, slice tomatoes- We converse. Anecdotes about work, minor grips about coworkers. The ritual of it, the feel of... Continue Reading →

All that Matters (prose)

Of all the things I’ve tried. Of all the things I’ve attempted The effort expended in trying to love- In learning to love, Has been the most worthwhile.

Tidbits (poem)

What do I do, With the information about a person, I no longer know? Now useless bits of information, Concerning a person, Concerning a world, I am no longer privy to. No longer included in. Unless facts, a drift in... Continue Reading →

Little Lucy crouched down in front of the animal, hand extended for it to sniff. It froze. Nose twitching, it inched closer. Curiosity, igniting bright, clear, eyes. She smiled at the little fox. It retreated. Her smile wavered. "I remember.... Continue Reading →

The library was silent when I entered. I walked past the long vacated tables. A smattering of books still graced the now antique, finely carved tables. Sustained, somehow after all these years. Relics of another life. I touched the top... Continue Reading →

Crush (prose)

She let herself enjoy the feeling. The feeling of the unknown. The maybe, the possibly, the could be. The thought of the new, so different, so- New. She enjoyed it. The getting to know him, the spending of time together.... Continue Reading →

Emotions welling up. Swelling thoughts, tides of confusion. Plug the hole. Drown the noise. Like a cork, Damming the escape route from a bottle. Trap it all inside. Controlled chaos.

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