I have been a follower of Trandahl's work for a while now and I have always admired the succinct way he captures the beauty of nature and home. His collection, Bravery, uses the peace and hope found in nature as its backbone whilst Trandahl also writes about love, family, and alludes to life in the … Continue reading Review of Bravery, Nicholas Trandahl
There are tiny ghosts in my kitchen. The first one I found swimming in the sugar pot. It holds the spoon whenever I go in and grapples with wispy fingers. Eventually I pull free but my tea still tastes bitter despite the half spoonful of sugar. The second sits and cracks the tops … Continue reading Tiny Ghosts
I can't imagine you here anymore, whether it be the passage of time or if I've purposely pushed you from my mind. This place I call mine, a place we called ours. Now I pick the flowers, wash and leave the dishes; plates standing tall, suds dripping down like a girl caught in … Continue reading Rain
His pain rang out like cymbals being thrown against the bricks of the house he tirelessly built on a foundation of mistrust and gravel. His mouth moved, voiceless a cry for assistance in the bleakness of civil strife, words uttered in empty rooms crowded with the faces of people he'd lost. His hand … Continue reading Subsidence
You are perfumed in trust and familiarity, fashioned in God's image, warm arms wrapped around me, cold hands resting in the small of my back. In your eyes, blue and searching I found a home fit for a queen, my coronation in your smile, jubilee in your laugh. I'm hiding, as always, burying … Continue reading In The Evening
His hands reached forward in frozen submission the smoke she left, curling between his knuckles the smoke from the fire she lit, a sturdy house reduced to cinders, dying embers glowing gently below the blanket of darkness in which she visited. Her smiles appeared like shadows in the charred windows haunting his own as he … Continue reading A House on Fire
I wished for a mountain with a babbling brook a rock to climb and a moment of calm, where love, cannot touch you except the swelling of your heart as sunlight breaks through cloud into bird song melody. I dreamt of a forest vast and crowded with buzzing, bees and everything in between, where … Continue reading Enough (Weekly Prompt #5)
Home again from sea, sand, hills, and inclemency left a memory.