Only There only ever was Only ever would Only ever dared This, I recounted She smiled As only she could There only ever is Only ever am Only ever wish This, I promised She smiled As only she could There only ever might Only ever should Only ever likely This, I pondered She smiled […]
When loving ghosts, one must make allowances, for their intangible nature prohibits touch, physical warmth, passion. They mire in sadness regardless of kind words, a warming sun, a lover’s wistful look. To struggle is in their make-up, their very essence. Like drifters on a highway, they patrol the ley lines you may not tread. Not […]
They say a scream is a scream is a scream. Hurt is hurt. Pain is pain. That both subside with every unfulfilled second. They say many things. But what do they know? What do they really know? The mind is a curious container, delicate even. If the mind were glass, one might shatter it with […]
She was that age, that ageless something Between rose petal cheeks and silver waves of fascination Where the foundations moved but the plans never changed Where her eyes only ever shone brighter, more acutely than before Piercing like twin stars set in her own personal heaven A girl with a woman’s knowing, woman with a […]
Losing Polly’s heart hurt. She cupped her soul in the palms of her hands and cast it to the wind. There she hoped it would find another body, one who chose more wisely. If not? Then it would drift amongst the cobwebs in the sky just waiting to be caught.
I saw her as though a mist descending Without definition, she wavered Though I knew it she The footprint on my heart remembered so And I waited, expectant, uncertain For the dead are ever fickle Though I prayed them not Like the thinnest veil uplifted Revealing a lesser gauze beneath She looked upon me eyes […]
She sat on the pier legs dangling over thin air like a child’s from a swing. If you looked once, you’d have thought her playful, laughing with the wind, joking with the sea. If you looked again, you’d have seen something else. Tearful, she said goodbye. Only the sea heard.
50 Word Stories: Loss There were reasons for our languor, our permanent malaise. We discussed them like all good parents would but never found a satisfactory answer. If there was one? Sat on our porch, we even cuddled one tangerine sunrise whilst watching the yard; it lit her twisted bike like a burnt memory.
In any other world, we would have been lovers Plucked from the same ripening tree. If obstructed, we’d have twined our vines about them, Throttled those who’d deny us our destiny, Leapt towards the light unrestrained. Nothing would have prevented the inevitable, For life itself would have driven us on; It had to, you see. […]
￼ I found her innocence stifling, her undiluted love too much to take. Wherever I was, she was there too. Whenever I sought the attentions of the bottle, she was there to prevent it, to coax the drink from my hand. She smiled when she did so. She always smiled. What I required, however, was […]