* Trigger Warning: Violence * the static crackle voices break the heavy air still shrill with hate sweat, blood and screams pierce through his soul the darkest evening of the year. he gives his radio a shake to ask if there is some mistake. the…

The summer bird song at my window. With a fresh ring to my ear. Sometimes silent not very clear. Waiting for the next set of notes, as sweet as they may sound, spoke very clearly. When the wind blew by, something catches the bird’s eye,…

I stand at the threshold Grassy green meeting Snowy white

The darkest evening of the year winter solstice nips my ear big bulky parka should I wear perhaps furry, to confuse a bear?   Snow and ice brush my face I miss its fresh, clean feel, and lace of snowflakes falling in the space of…

Mom, did you catch them all, the monsters under my bed? they want me to fall, that’s what I heard. I am not afraid they will eat me alive, but will you come for my aid, when they arrive. I can hear you cry! Is…

You can try all you want to cleanse me of the person you believe me to be, but your holy water has no effect here. I will never become a watered down version of myself. I’d rather drowned.

to watch his woods fill up with snow – a golden shovel based on Robert Frost’s Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening sometimes your work, your job, the place you are going to is not more important than the time it takes to watch…

He Will Not See Me Stopping Here* My love lives in a high house on a hill surrounded by lush gardens and trickling fountains. He enjoys walking those paths mid morning, late afternoon, and early evening, digesting the day’s meals in solitude. I watch as…

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Silence echoed, no, not silence Emptiness. Loss. The last breath, which meant there would be no more. Loss so new there were no tears. just silence, the emptiness of no more.