The March of Time
Life was simpler back then, I’m toldAnd how things change as we grow oldThe children now are uncontrolledI once was important, you know I made my choices long agoAnd built this world for my egoWe ran fast from the nuclear snowNow I give my messes to you What a gift! If only you knewThese towers…
Small Rebellions
Mother insisted on a pristine white dress for my former cotillion. It was traditional. The way things were always done was the way we were always to do things. She pursed her lips as she plucked away at the taffeta poofs that decorated the skirt and tugged against the tight lacing on the bodice, as…
Remembering Death
The grass that swept between towering limestone monuments to the dead was well-manicured. But not too well-manicured. The graveyard was managed respectably, and the lawn was cut so that the final resting place of everyone’s grannies and uncles and whatever other loved ones they’d lost weren’t overgrown. It didn’t look bad. Just a bit tousled,…
The Wind Passes by
“I wish you wouldn’t watch that crap.” Anabell fell onto the sofa next to her husband, scowling at the news reporter on the television. “The world’s falling apart. We should be witnesses to it.” Another report scrolled across the screen. Something about fires, faithlessness, fighting in the streets; all in places they’d been to, once…
My Ugly Writing Journal
When I was first starting out as a writer, a more experienced author gave me the invaluable advice to never use a notebook with a beautiful cover. He said that no matter what you write in a beautiful notebook, it will never be good enough. It will never live up to its cover. And he…
so much for hope
let me drown in pillowsi’ll sink into the blanketsand let the storm pass overheadmemory foam seas take me awaylet the bed frame be my lifeboatand the headboard a gravestone“here lies someone who triedand who was never good enough”curtains drawn and light dimthe sound of life moves bythere are sirens in the distancebut their music comes…
The Reluctant King
King Eirdsidh was only twelve years old when he became the ruler of Dhaingneach aah Sithiche. A child. Merely a babe, to the fae whose lives he ruled over. Ten years had passed since then, yet he still felt like a child. “Again, my Blessed King,” his attendant encouraged. Eirdsidh grimaced. They all called him…
Within the trees I bared my soul
Within the trees, I bared my soulto sympathetic ears;all the bitter memoriesthat plagued me through the years. A skipping stone within my handsand tears along my face,I gave up that miseryalong the river’s banks. And when the winter froze my heart,the woods became my spring;melting all the ice awayto quell my suffering. Within the trees,…
The Forest’s Heart
The forest slept, and my unsteady feetpursued a path through thicket, thorn, and bushto long-forgotten shrines of nature’s heart.With youthful rage and little thought besides,my hands began a work of ill design–to burn and break; as I was, deep inside.As forest’s heart succumbed to ash and fireand critters fled in fear of wrathful acts–perpetuated by…
Glittergreed
The forest wept quietly around Zephyr. He closed his eyes and breathed as the rain pelted his skin. Rainy weather never bothered him, but there was something hypnotic about the asymmetrical rhythm that it drummed into his hide. “I told you last time, you’ll not get another ounce until I see payment for the last…
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