Eight

Different pieces of metal. Different designs. ••• A mosaic of memories one doesn’t exist without the other. ••• They are all a part of her. She is carrying a piece of you with her. •• Soldered to her heart. They’re tattooed in the veins. ____ A piece of jewelry? Eight.

Pluggin In

Photos fall to the ground from an old dresser some of them black and white, others bursting with color. You can touch them, pick them up, feel them and their weight. Are they heavy or light, faded, new?   We ask the ones pictured in these gems now held between your fingertips.   As words... Continue Reading →

Don’t tell me to Smile

  “A encapsulated maze filled with memories, words, the powerhouse to functioning. Pain cuts through memories and words become mush. You can’t see it, but I can feel it. Sometimes its so hard to speak.” Trade me. “An analysis explains all that my body has been trying to tell me. Only now I wish I didn’t know, because... Continue Reading →

Broken in a Moment, Strong as Hell the Next

The quiet midnight, walking through all your thoughts. The ‘what ifs’, ‘what happened?’. The ‘Damn, I did that!’ The ‘I should’ve saids...’ Flying through the skies catching all the stars, a bouquet of wonder. Lightning will hit clouds will come and eventually fade. When your eyelids finally fall and peace becomes your silence, dreams become... Continue Reading →

Adrift

A boat sits, lost at sea. A compass spinning, searching aimlessly. The waves are still, silent. A slight breeze, carrying rain, not strong enough to cause movement. Sometimes we forget the sails, the anchor beneath. What would happen if we set both of them free?

Time Travel

Give me a star lit summer night in the back of a 4x4 pick up truck. A light blanket, country music an a loose piece of paper. Take me to a beach where the waves crash at my feet. Two worlds collide in their counteractive beauty. A couple towels, bathing suits under clothing. Let the... Continue Reading →

What’s your story?

From a very young age I’ve always loved to learn. Anything that had to do with homework, reading, writing especially, I would always look forward to. By the time I could talk my mom and Grandma immediately started teaching me letters in the alphabet, sight words, tracing, and teaching me how to read. I’ve been... Continue Reading →

The Clown

He stands still, motionless just staring, never blinking. The bright colors of his pants, intended to be inviting, mix like cotton candy colored vomit. His smile is menacing, suggesting unnatural thoughts. Happiness has never looked so terrifying. His white gloves wrap around every corner. In the darkness they are all you can see, strangling the... Continue Reading →

You Were the Death of Me

What became of us, remember when we didn’t have to rush, just love endlessly and erratically like the wind? What caught your eye in this new accomplished sin? Was it a new sense of pride, getting away with it or letting your own insanity in? A premeditated fantasy, a new adventure you bragged about in... Continue Reading →

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