Everything Starts with ‘The’

Silence: The thoughts buried from last night’s dream, The uncertainty of, “Am I where I’m supposed to be?” The determination to catch up with time, The obsessive need to re-lock the door, The suffocating exhaustion of a déjà vu spinning wheel, The doubts you fight to negate, The racing heartbeat that won’t slow down, These... Continue Reading →

Making Love

Her sigh gave him goosebumps. His touch gave her movement. They loved, giving passionately. Never noticing they were dancing. It didn’t matter the setting. One glance and they were tangled together, forming art.

At the End

At the end of a rainbow, watching the clouds roll away and the slight rise of wet dirt drift into my nostrils. I can breathe and understand the importance of the storm. I smile, because God has blessed me with the ability to start over in a new light, with a new perspective, a new... Continue Reading →

Would

From head to toe personified words, stories shown in still pictures. Highlighted reels  of over-played moments I treasure most. Black and white trying not  to fade. Behind my ear a flower would grow. My neck and chest untouched, my heart plays rhythmic melodies. Being alive is art on its own. My back would extend wings,... Continue Reading →

Skeletons in the Closet

A silver-stringed net  tied deep into her shoulder blades a bow-tie nonetheless encroaches on her twists and turns. Her own breath won't control its distance or the sure capacity of its weight. Much like a spider's web  glossy and slick sticks to its pray  and all of their struggles.

Connected

Young their pinkies intertwined while sitting atop the monkey-bars. The heartbeat beneath his chest humming underneath a blanket in the back of his pick-up truck One went to college. The other stayed home, comfortable. Other people came and went; they both changed they both learned. A visit back home, a holiday parade, and a simple,... Continue Reading →

A Creative Person Loses Themselves

If this is that then that is this. The things that go missing can't be missed if they are lost on purpose. Buried and uneven six feet under, "forgiven", forever hearing the baseboards creek. Those wooden planks decompose, a memory grows more distorted and convoluted. Dreams, the eyes cannot forget, even eyelid free. The missing... Continue Reading →

Those Eyes

This moment, right now, makes all the difference some how. My eyes open and close at night those moments of darkness, they seem to hold so much more. In my dreams I reach for your voice. Recreating those intonations, those wordless gasps of air. The moments we felt each other’s nonsense. Years have passed. I... Continue Reading →

Christmas 2012

A quickened breath enters my lungs. Our lips separate, the crisp air deteriorates the warmth, while snowflakes fall. That was the best hot chocolate I had ever tasted, right there on your lips.

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