She wondered if the love stories worth hearing only occurred in her daydreams and poetry. She wondered if mankind was too fickle to love her – quick to paint the universe on her cheeks, to map her freckles as if navigating a tempestuous ocean; only to stumble carelessly over the dirty laundry on the floor. Threadbare negligence … Continue reading Vignette of Love #1
From the road, I saw a man, wrapped in a puffer jacket nursing a cold can of the poison he'd come to rely on - or that was my interpretation as the wind bit his cheeks and 'Police Station' loomed above him in noir neon. I took him as one to linger, in hope … Continue reading Linger (Weekly Prompt #9)
You saw that which man had fought to conquer; for glory and gold stars, and sought to capture it for a moment, nature and man as one.
Sleeping, Within the red hearth Of his mother; Ticking, The pendulum swings Above his head; Not knowing The lives that would Depend upon him.