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Relapse (poem)

Songs remind me of you. The watch on my wrist, a gift from you, Reminds me of you. Everything reminds of you. This is the worst part of a breakup. The ruination of peace All because someone decided to play... Continue Reading →

Meet me on the Equinox Meet me half way When the sun is perched at it's highest peek In the middle of the day Let me give my love to you Let me take your hand And as we walk... Continue Reading →

Paint streamed down her arms. Little drops of swirled worlds. Hurried strokes of reds and blues, whirled onto the once white canvas. Pent up emotion, fear, frustration, sadness. Unending, undisguised, sadness. Her hand trembled as she dropped it to her... Continue Reading →

About Me (microfiction)

"Sarah just imagine if we could walk into a store and there were books of other people's lives. Not like biographies but like, actual people, who are currently living and like their lives appeared on the pages in real time?!"... Continue Reading →

"I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight" The radio crooned as the detectives walked the scene. There was nothing a... Continue Reading →

Pluck the strings of my heart. Strum on my skin like a guitar. Play me like the skillful musician you are.    

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 →

Album Flow. (poem)

I love when an album makes sense. Each song flowing into the next, Their lyrics telling a story. Each one picking up where the last one left off, Continuing the thought, Yet, moving the story along Until the last song,... Continue Reading →

Every Kind of Way (microfiction)

They washed dishes together in the kitchen. He soaped and rinsed, she put them in the dish drainer. They talked about the week and the terrors that awaited them for the work week. She was over it. She didn't want... Continue Reading →

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