Forgotten Dreams
Fantasy Short Story I found myself standing within a small, circular room, about two metres in height. My head ached and I was unaware of how I got to be there, so I...
Tagged: dream
A Dream of Rain
Poem I lie with my ear to the ground: Below I can hear the whisperings, The scratchings, the rustles, Of insects with wings like scraps of lace, Can hear the trees roots drinking...
Once Upon A Night (In A Dreamy Place They Met)
Love Poem Once upon a night (in a dreamy place they met) As I lay at your side, Caressed by your exhale Your sounds echoing o’er the silence Your arms holding with every breathe...
Growing Up
Poem On the edge of who you could be Looking at all the possibility A child leading your two feet Each step time moves a little faster Each step a promise of being better...
Taking Flight
Short Story I’m surrounded by concrete buildings, as hollow as cicada shells. No more than a story tall — two at the most — the windowless grey edifices dot the immediate landscape around me....
Drummer Boy
Poem I knew a boy once, tall as a bell tower blew past six feet like an acquaintance in the super market he didn’t feel much like talking to. Played drums, of all...
Decluttering
Poem The light in the trees shines my eyes The breeze from the white sky Cools my burning mind The life in the tall grass Cleans what I see The open space surrounding me...
In Search of Their Favorite Place
Short Story It was just the beginning. A new weekend filled with possibility had finally arrived. Hope fluttered in their hearts. This was finally their chance to go to their favorite place, a...
Catching Clarity
Short Stories There was no fear in those first few minutes. Later I would note my inability of action despite the severity of the situation. I would follow with a suspicion that I...
Possibility
Poem Music in the sea of light Take my imagination And childhood sigh I wonder where I’m going Everyday of my life Never feel like staying There’s too much more to strive for...
Dream October 2012
I was a gypsy child last night. My skin tanned by countless days beneath the sun of our forest. Only about 13 or 14. When the soldiers come and separate us, I recall glimpses...
