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you were in the edges of my dream taking a careful flight into my shielding mind where monsters chased me and mountains waited in the distance you snuck in through the doors, ever cracked slightly (I thought I locked them ages ago) you trudged through the river that led from my brain to the ... - Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceMy head, it pounds. My knees, they are weak. I’ve stepped outside of the cave you’ve built. There is no sunlight here, but there is air. There is a vast emptiness I never knew existed in my world. Empty laughs echo. I can feel hands on the back of my neck, and they creep down. I want to clos...
- Poetry > Free Versethe season plants a flower in your heart bursting and growing from light like nectar your finger tips (for a flashing moment) feel my skin- my warm thigh, and releases. my heart wrestling and thrashing, hoping for a bright moment, to see you once again “this is the begin...
- Poetry > Free VerseMy eyes now filled with light— fluorescent and bright a comfort too dearest to mention like steam off of a lake, my edges, blurred. A green forest, thick and aphotic rents space in my mind. I’ve been ridden with disaster— for the sake of my life, unlived scratching...
- Poetry > Free VerseYour love was a summer love – that morphed into real love, and grew roots stronger and winding like the biggest of trees with dirt on my knees, I climbed, and climbed to the place where the sky grew infinitely small and where the greenest of leaves looked beautifully tall I was a chi...
- Poetry > Free VerseAugust, and I was brighter than the North Star and happier than the clams in the Atlantic. When September came, I crawled out of my summer skin and I was whole but oh, I drained all of the sea water out of my hair. October was in my view and I was new, pale, and wide-eyed. The world had a strange ...
- Poetry > Free VerseSalty pillows my head lays under, restless nights and churning thunder but the season will flow from the mountains to my sea though you’re now recklessly detached from me but the season will flow if not from different arms, and different armor I will sleep soundlessly again if not from dif...
- Fiction > RomanceWhen you are here, you are like the sun. I wake when you arrive, and fall asleep when you leave. The dawn is no different than the dusk. There are no rainy days here. There are no sleepless nights. All of the clocks break and we are given endless time. Time to kiss your face and feel your hand bet...
- Opinion > Love / RelationshipsHope is a funny thing. You expect it to be filling every molecule of light, or hiding somewhere in the shadows. We expect hope to be one of two things: present, or simply missing. The past few weeks have taught me this: Hope can become stranded just as we are. Hope can wait around the corners for ...
- Fiction > All FictionDark winter days are the doorway to our horrible vices, the wind is so loud it surronds my house. I can only hope to disappear under my covers, and the next time I wake, it will be Spring. I know this will not be true for tomorrow. I know this will not be true for the day after tomorrow. But one day...
- Fiction > All FictionI’ve told you my love for you a thousand times over. Your voice remains soft and giving, but your words slip away with the late winter wind. I re-read words from earlier, warmer months that make the chords in my heart sink, and pull at all of the tiny gears in my brain. I memorize the movement of ...
- Fiction > All FictionLife, I will love you. I can lose anything, but I’ll always have the sun. I’ll have horrible days but always wonderful dreams when I go to sleep. I will lose some battles, but always have years and years ahead of me for new ones. I will travel to places that are bigger than me, and sleep on sun...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionSometimes the sky shrinks so small, I fear the ground beneath me will slip away too. I cling on to the sides of my porch until the sunset arrives, and I count each color as it breaks and crashes into the rest of the universe. My hair is always in my face, no matter what I do with it. No matter where...
- Fiction > All FictionI don’t like this quietness that has pressed itself against me. That says, “Shh, you do not want to wake the bears up!” I feel so compressed. It is so tiny, this place, and so sad. My bones are all missing, are all made up of missing things. Of missing you. I had a wonderful weekend, beautiful...
- Fiction > All FictionThe sun beats me before I wake up these days. The sun collects inside my downy comforter and you’re always lingering in my head as I wake from sleep. The ground has unthawed! and I have talked about this a million times over when the ground was white. And now it is green and I am still lonely. It ...
- Fiction > All FictionI remember smiling so big. I remember not noticing the slip from day to night. I remember long driveways. I remember salty skin and wild hair. I remember snuggling so close to your neck. I remember staying up so late. I remember the constant tone and hum of my own happiness. I remember feeling beaut...
- Fiction > All FictionThe most beautiful world I know of is the one I shared with you. We were the only ones. Time passed and the thick barrier between us blocked out our whispers, blocked out the noise from our shouts, and blocked out any hope of us grasping fingers, if only for a few seconds. Let that barrier crumble n...
- Fiction > All FictionI run down to the same beach we walked but there is no longer a magical pulse in the footprints we left and the flowers have bloomed this year but they are different. Even the winding driveway down to your house doesn’t seem nearly as crooked. I’m a year older. I’m a year sadder. I’m a year ...
- Fiction > RomanceIt was the peak end of summer, and the sunlights existence was slowly and gradually diminishing. The air held a distinct moisture, but hung lighter than days before. Even the azure sky appeared duller, as if the recent coldness of the past nights was stealing away color. The grass stood proudly, s...
- Poetry > Free Verseroom to burn, shape, bubble in the months heart, spin me a dissecting needle- for you to cocoon me with your words or mine keep me safe during wintertime my moth wings are transparent you try not to see right through me-- try now noticing my tired eyes...
- Poetry > Free Verseribbons of misguided ships, lay idle in the harbor. my sailor is absent-- swimming around the seas toss and turn. do I wait for him to return? silhouettes appear and disappear on the docks wood like waiting for night time to fall, and stars to appear-- like they should. but I’ve hea...
- Poetry > Free Versein a dream landscape i scatter fragments that wither from the robot memory. i tuck in the pieces, to the soft mold of the world. hidden, for winter, for storage-- so I can see how they grow. will snow cover nightly letters? letters I use alone- to keep myself, occupied while alone, away f...
- Poetry > All PoetryThings I've adored like blank carpeted hills and you've gone missing the dizzy facade drapes my dreams around my head but doesn't make much sense in the morning like days your words fled soaring I'm on the boat that you've stopped oaring it shouldn't feel this way but it is and I stop it ever...
- Poetry > All Poetrythe creeks and the cracks in the blackness when you're gone missed fragments fallen through I'll be an ice fisher and get them out and when they float too high I'll become an astronaut to keep you from floating away when the missing pieces become everything I'll be an artist and put them bac...
- Poetry > All PoetryOh, when it's late at night we can still love what we've ungrown and I'm suddenly pale Oh the lightness divide the colours churn in the pot stirring with my fingers it swimmingly soothes the past moments outside the window as we lay in the parlour and the night finds the sky we'll grow o...
