Sep 28, 2016 | Featured, Fiction, My Lies, Poetry |
that moment our eyes met just walking down the street. there’s no emoji for it, nor an app that can deliver it to your door (traffic contingent within 30 minutes or your money back) that moment our eyes met just finding a seat on the bus. watching the mediocrity...
Feb 27, 2013 | Fiction, My Lies, Poetry |
Wake up with your head on the passenger next to you… The fantasy of the person you love Is a ghost. Nothing of life manifests In the fantasy of the person you love. No sweat or disagreement or delight Will complicate your imaginings. And so how poor a reflection of...
Feb 24, 2012 | Featured, Fiction, My Lies, Poetry |
i saw a lady as she walked she walked with grace flowers fall like confetti petals o’er pavement, like slow snow she walked with purpose i saw a lady as she approached she spoke with care yet still mine heart did burst into flame the fire in my chest, like a...
Feb 14, 2008 | Fiction, My Lies, Poetry |
Don’t worry, he said, taking her hand. I’m not, she said, taking it back. We’ll jump off together, he assured. You’ve already jumped, she pointed out. Well that’s true. There’s a difference between free-falling and flying. Yeah, you know where you’re...
