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 →

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 →

A Moment in Sync with Time

The two rocking chairs became a metronome as they pushed forward and back on a wide, white, wooden porch. A mother and daughter watching the sunset, drinking cold, crisp ice tea. Memories seem to resurface as the common day is discussed. The mother shares stories of when her daughter was young. “Do you remember when... 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.

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