"I must hurry. Time is running out. So little time left for me to paint!"
He worked himself as a slave, drove himself like a locomotive. And possessed by the love of his craft, he hastened...
Lonely on a bus to the shore
Feelings are expensive The day’s not done but I minus well be…
I breathe into this deep space inside my chest That I didn’t know was there before.
And I asked, “When’s the...
Hidden away among the coastal Maine cold,
Lies a love story of sorts that has yet to be told.
Swaddled closely I held her so dear,
As the final hour until Christmas drew near.
Humming softly to her th...
Books and stories can reveal much about the author who wrote them and the period at which they lived. Whether it be their dialect or actions, characters tend to reflect how people were during that tim...
How can something meant for protection
Be twisted around To cause me affliction
Wandering around I no longer know me
No longer do I understand where I've been
All that is kept Is memories of me Memori...
Have you ever wondered how we got the idea of such a thing as heaven or hell? Well, it all started out with humans. Our minds are massive and we can't help that we are curious. It is literally wired i...
Crocus and Hartshorn washed off knives.
A 'Dumb Waiter' delivers perriwinkles.
The Footman's pantry is empty.
Gall of Bullock and Beeswax shelved for future need.
'By cane or by birch the clergyman sh...
I have an old soul My soul is the soul that once danced with the gypsy nomads, laughing with no care but to live passionately and love freely. It is the soul that has been touched by the good Victoria...
Here is what I know:
My name is Caoimhe. My wife cannot say my name correctly, but I cannot say hers either, so I suppose that is fair. My wife, Adalheidis, pretended to be a man for a long time. This...
I remember the shine of compact discs
Using them as makeup mirrors
Applying lipstick with giggling friends
While another CD
Blasted out music from the stereo
I remember the warning
"Do not touch the l...
Quietly sitting on an old wooden chair, I hear the hum of the machine heating the water in the brown ceramic mug. Darkness creeps through the window blanketing the small room as I rise to retrieve the...
As children, we are told stories,
Of monsters and dragons,
And evil witches trying to kill good people,
Stories of prince charming,
Coming to rescue the princess in distress,
When we get older we tend...
Another day at school and I am ready to retreat As the bell rings, I grab my things and head on down the street
I stop by a soda shop nearby and get myself a pop
I make my way outside, I see a bench a...
There are endless reflections
Of my former selves
Versions of truth
Like previous versions
Of an operating system
That no one likes to think about
What was once cutting edge
Is now outdated
From the Princess’s Prologue
Alone in her travels throughout the night
Was a lass whose skin so pure and light
Born of royal blood when snow lay fresh
Same day her father been laid to rest
Paradise has not been lost, but found again,
In time, in every sleeping second, Weathered by the grinding of sin’s teeth
We are exiled, to paradise.
I have seen the inch of skin that reeks at me
There's a place for you,
But I refuse to believe
I can forgive you
For your disgusting atrocities.
Wicked storms arise to strike the masses
The cost of doing nothing causes
Eulogy to a player piano
played only by mice.
Strings twang untuned
as little ones scurry
from A to B flat.
The dusky sonata
of wood-chip cherubs
with wormy tails.
Nestled between keys
dotted with dro...