Connie
I’m nothing like Abby. Its not just the age difference. She’s always been the bold one, the one who defied our father, going to see …
Tag: Mountain Ash Chapter
Low Tide
His hands crease around his empty coffee mug like old leather. Paint peppers his fingers, flaking off under the flex of his grip. Brown tide …
The Perfect Summer Read
“What are we meant to do?” My children’s upturned little faces are vaguely outraged. “Walk,” I say. “Swim. Cycle. Scoot. Explore. Emigrate. Be at one …
Short Horror #2
The neighbourhood is quiet. It’s Saturday afternoon, and the big game is on. Everyone is inside, watching. I walk the streets with my dog, Aussie. …
Resolution
This year,I will Set aside time tostare out the windowand wonder why my headis full of nothing Open my heart to all inspirationand waitwith widespread …
Can you do the things to me that I can write poetry about
Tears don’t swallow me whole anymore. They just kiss methe way you do. Salt lingers on my skinfor a while. Then gone,the way of waves, …
This Could Only Happen To Me
I always get lost. I planned to spend the day in Chartres. Leaving early and giving myself lots of time I grabbed my pre-paid tickets, …
Paper Airplanes
My words are likePaper airplanes They’re only perfectbeforein that blank, white space I line up the edges soso carefullyI don’t know whythey go a bit …
Takeaway
My coffee isn’t hot enough. This always happens, they see a kid order a coffee and they think if they make it hot, I’ll burn …
This Is Not Our Time
I’d rather endureall of the sadnessthan remain Unknowing.Bring me back,hold me. Together in the spacesbetweenwisdom and light.Steer me away from grey waters,with depths unclear.Keep me …