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When I was very little, I wanted to be an airplane. They had told me that I could be anything, and I had taken it to heart. I don’t actually remember this phase of my life, but my parents have told me far too many times to forget. Often I have wondered, why an airplane? Why not a rock, fitting of ... - Poetry > Free VerseIt cannot be winter. Not when a gentle wind stirs the yellow grass, and a sallow-looking sun warms my back. It is just barely too cold To walk in bare feet across a stone floor. Then again, I should not judge the season’s worth With so narrow a mind. The memory of the winter last resides ...
- Poetry > Free VerseCrows and other things. Secrets. Lilac, spidery cursive so cleverly disguises your scars, my regret that I have carefully folded away to nothing....
- Poetry > Free VerseDisenchanted with love, I've fallen for logic-- Ready to take the world piece by piece and nothing more. (maybe that's why we break mirrors) My heart can only pump blood, and cracking bones keep me cold and alive in thought-- I've given up on all else, a coward to face what ...
- Poetry > Free VersePushing you away will never be far enough. These kisses that filled our silences fall like stars from the now-empty sky. There was nothing there to begin with, my love. So I'll cut theses stitches. Sever the ties. Scatter away these remnants of you. Stop crying. I can't regret th...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI like math. Especially geometry. It's like brain-candy, or so I have coined it. There's just something about it that tugs at the back of my mind before I drift off to sleep--some regular hexagon that calls out from its hiding place, "Solve me! You know how! A=1/2 of Pa!" It...
- Poetry > Free VerseHey there, Your Majesty, Up there on your high horse. No, I'd rather not bow, because I know where you've been. I've seen what you look like without a crown, and it's not a pretty sight. But you wormed your way into society's heart and left your past behind, clawed o...
- Poetry > Free VerseHere's a secret, Love-- don't look, don't turn around and face your fears. Forget what you can't control. You're like a blackbird, Love, that cant even learn to see, because that's all you've got left and it's fading from sight. Love, I've gotta...
- Poetry > Free VerseToday I saw a flock of roses ~white, as they were~ I gently lifted the most beautiful of them with cupped hands ~so as no to let it fly away~ I, gingerly watching, saw one small feather drift downcast, and another, and another, until I, steadfast, and my quiet bird were surrounded by a sn...
- Poetry > Free VerseDreams are shattered mirrors that have been pieced together without care. Distorted reflections of our lives in the dark...
- Poetry > Free VerseReally? Yes (No) but it doesn't matter. We begin these regrets. I am like to fly in a storm is if that is not what I was. You are too many people or what they have left of I love you. To be what you and I and she were. Not to be here we are alike....
- Nonfiction > Travel & CultureIt's like honey candy in a crinkly golden wrapper, or an old book bound in soft leather, spare change, even in the rain. That's Amsterdam, over there, across the ocean, with the old buildings leaning up against each other and the bell tower that Anne Frank wrote about. Who's to say if even Venice's ...
- Poetry > Free VerseSurprising, isn’t it? Summer is gone before we can enjoy it, and now the cold wind burns my face when I walk to see to it that the sun has not been blown away, also, by the winter wind. Like the thoughts that once grew and flourished-- now dusty moths evading my grasping consciousness, Thin...
- Poetry > Free VerseWaxy and golden, Crinkly wrappers, Honey and Butterscotch, Sweet as ever even in the rain. Two coffees, please. kofee Like a fairytale, or your very own Charles Dickens complex. That's Amsterdam....
- Poetry > Free VerseA thousand turns on highways of ash and steel that can only lead to bigger places. It rained only an hour ago. In the middle of the city there's a park— Let's get lost. Wrought iron and stone. Cincinnati Some cities don't pretend to be anything they aren't....
- Poetry > Free VerseRoses that bloom in the dark crown the night in pale glory. Light dusted pink fades to the soft shadows of black. Thorns are but bitter details— of Yesterday....
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