The sticks always made identical noises when I stomped on them as we stumbled under the trees giggling and grabbing on to each other. “Over there,” he said pulling me into the bushes. “Okay,” I said giggling and following him. He pulled me against him and I pressed my lips into his for one long… Continue reading Walked Away; A Flash Fiction.
I didn’t learn love by overcoming That would be to say that I learned by my shortcoming Which would be to say, that I learned from you and we all know that that isn’t true. I learned by the way people learned things. How they knew the impossible. How they did the impossible. How they… Continue reading Learn To Love; a poem
Bring that war to me And I’ll show you what blood can do. I’ll show you how it runs faster than life. It’s loveless sometimes,but it’s righteous in most. But when it’s bumping with some holy hope, you better learn to pray. You better learn truth because it won’t have time to teach you. You… Continue reading Blood; a poem
I want my love on roof top edges and long before the street lights come on So that we have everything to lose and all the time to lose it. I want “I love you’s” that make the world listen. I want that love that makes the world hear again. I want a Holy Matrimony… Continue reading Reconciliation ; a poem.
The snow sat invisible on her white hair.She seemed to be glowing. Her whole body had a shimmer to it. The children danced and played in the snow bank beside her. Her laugh lines moved vigorously as she giggled at one child who rolled down his own man made hill.”Are you having fun, dear?” I… Continue reading I Had To; a Flash Fiction
Love is so blindingly human It hurts like when the sun is in your eyes. And when you stop chasing each others thoughts, That is when you stop feeling the warmth chasing the cold out of your skin And when love leaves, you will try to replace it with the moon But the moon will… Continue reading First Star; a poem
I know that you want those words. Those words that turn so rigid against the air. And I should’ve said them. I could’ve said them. I would’ve said them if I didn’t wonder if they were to grow too heavy for you. I would have said them every time you lost yourself in something and… Continue reading I Love You; a Flash Fiction.