Joints screaming, Muscles aching, Trying for a quiet pain. An ache that buds instead of blossoms, Take it today. Take it tomorrow. One day, There’ll be a spill of raven hair on a snow-white pillow, The brown eyes once vivacious now dulled, Passing into a…

I’ve not been sleeping. Willing myself to remain in situ, hostage to the factory bell only confirms that the hours I have are a conceit of schedules, a yoke I swore I would escape when I prayed to less flexible gods. Playing a woman of…

I wonder why Must you be so wrapped up, In chasing love, like there’s some big rush? Is it just the watching of other couples, Engrossed in each other, Or the crying of an empty heart To share its laughter and woes? Those come hard,…

The swell of my heart is a pale fragility passing for life found quiet beneath a gently nestled river stone. Accompanied by my subterranean neighbors infected with less than aesthetic features: spineless, many-legged, permeable skin. Lowly inhabitants to keep my lonely heart company. How dare…

We churn out our fears onto paper and into music We believe what we must to stay distracted and self-assured We all want others to listen We all want to be heard We all take a little too much We all wish we had more…

Glancing at the city, busyness awaits Reaching for some peacefulness, beyond the iron gates Everyone is rushing, no time to smell the flowers Entering a greenspace, where you can spend many hours Nothing but the fragrance of flowers in the air Singing very joyfully, the…

There’s a sort of mischief in the night Where breezes blow, And tickle our imaginations: There might be monsters under our beds, Or fairies tapping on windows, But with this night, Comes a peculiar scratch on my car, That wasn’t there before. Perhaps it is…

This is where I belong. Here. In these woods. The screen door told me so, Then the bears and the deer and the birds. The mice tried to tell me otherwise, but after much discussion, we came to an arrangement. This is where I belong…

When you close your eyes What do you see? Do you picture your future The dream house The dream family Do you picture a career Your life Your success Now what does that look like? It’s different for you Everyone dreams different So let me…

*But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: Would our story be one worth watching? The interplay of hearts struggling to pull some meaning from the love they gave away. Then coming together again, years after the war had…