A Jet Lag of Lands
Poem it has been thrown over various borders and held by many hands while trying to listen to the sound of sleep sleep my darling, close your eyes sleep my moon, high in the...
Tagged: Love
I Need A Moment
Poem I need a moment To feel what’s happening to me Life is happening to me I need a moment To feel the hills underneath me To feel where I am Here I...
Blank Face
The smile slips just a bit after days after I ply for another side of the truth you insisted in between sips of coffee in the morning; before heading out the door to brunch...
Wish You Were Her(e)
Short Story The problem with staying friends is that it’s impossible. Because the feelings are still the same, and there’s no hate to grab onto to tell you it’s time to move on. When...
Renewed Intimacy
Haibun My fingers, running gently up and down your bare back. Your gentle moan, as I rub away tension in the tightest muscles surrounding your lower lumbar. Our lips meeting in our kiss. Our...
Vineyard Visit
Haibun A patio of filled tables and empty bottles. A trio plays the Beatles, the lead singer tapping a tambourine against her thigh. We stopped at the Torne Valley Vineyard on the way back...
Forest Creatures: Ember – Part Two
Short Story It went on like this for some time. The boy came into the forest each moon and collected the fruit in his basket. Each time the fright eased out of his spine. He...
Killing A Dream
Poem Some days are hard and sometimes I see the light but how can I? Say goodbye? To you, my dreams, my true love and passion, the strongest affection… I hate the days...
Puzzle Pieces
I scribble some words onto my hand as she practices a cantata from Après un rêve in her bedroom. “Who’s there?” She calls out. I put the pen and paper into my pocket and...
Dropping Tea
Poem Some students say they think I’m posh. I am nothing of the kind. I have learned to watch my lip. Breath, measured. Tongue, clipped. Pauses are well timed. My broad Luton drawl...
What I Believe
Poem I believe what I see I trust in what I touch I find it easier seeing what’s in front of me I find truth in my inner eyes vision Born into a (Roman)...
Coasting – Part Five
Short Story Milly: “Von?” Von grunted and breathed with rising inflection. Milly: “Von, I-“ Von: “Yes?” Milly couldn’t speak, and she soon found herself removing Von’s pants, lowering her head and diving in. She was...
