Route 66, East to West Peddle to the floor Hair a mess Driving a daydream Nightmare or more Is this forever Where the road is the law Passing the steers Who nod and agree Each carrying less Than my mental debris Faster and faster Just fumes for a bride The Pacific, it beckons Blue seas […]
Written I saw Her in the Moon, felt Her in the stars. As night fell each evening, a smothering cocoon of darkness pulling me beneath its obsidian comforts, I took a deep breath and dived into immortality. Every night the same. Every night unwanted. The bane of forever weighed heavy on my heart. I sought […]
Lost November Evenings An abundance of daylight stole our nights. Fireside flickerings fell away like fireflies in the sun. The glimmering moon became less than a luxurious, ocean pearl and more of an ofttimes limpet attached to the sky. The evenings were less subtle for its diminishment. Summertime madness had spread too much for my […]
Author’s Note: I don’t know why, but I had a sudden urge to write something dramatic. ￼ The tide rose in my wake determined to wipe me from the granite I clung to; it could not dislodge me. Fingers like limpets pressed to the rock as I scrambled, clambered and crawled. The clear air made […]
￼ She’s heard in every heartbeat, Seen in the depths of a mind’s eye, A constant portrait of unblemished perfection. Felt in the static that prickles the skin, She’s no illusion, but reality made intangible, A ghost so true as to tease corporeality. Though her presence is not required To be imagined, it is longed […]
Beloved Be Loved A Murder in Three Acts I loved her with a passion that burnt through my body to singe the earth beneath my feet. Every thought of every day belonged to her, every moonbeam bore her features, every sunburst was her eyes. I lived for her, breathed for her, would’ve died for her, […]
Six Word Stories: Echo I hear her every single night.
My favourite scent was her soul.
Undisclosed I loved her with a passion that tore at my soul. Whenever I imagined those deep, hazel eyes it felt like my skin had snagged on a briar and wouldn’t let go. To have torn at it would have meant tearing at me and I’d already lost too much of myself. I shredded by […]