Tag: Prose

Fall And All

“This sun is beating down too hot, too early. Can’t you see how this new spring is fooling the trees? They like it at first, unfurling their leaves in premature green, then July hits and they think it’s September. It’s so much like us….

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The Instrument (Portrait #2)

  I stumbled upon her, hidden behind a large sliding door, within the comfort of darkness, unmoved, silent. Is that possible? She seemed so old, so incredibly old, as if one touch would turn her into dust. And dust was inside, so much earthly…

Word Knots

  Span of index, arms weakened Rambles upon wrinkles, I am Pressed between Earth and Air…..Flow upon my continent’s Systems, scattered over ranges   Puddles flirt with thirst, Lakes, Mock the drought of my Throat, Reservoirs dribble… For My body is a gathering Of…

Touching

  When you don’t touch for the first time, you never have to touch for the last time. But, all the touching in between those two creates a world of its own. Next time, go ahead and touch throughout. No matter how long it…

Beyond Words

She vibrates on trails high above Tunnel Falls, where lakes colder than winter wait. No one sees her, only a wake follows. Her apparition is enough to remind her of words left behind—words which cut into her skin—permanent wounds. Not the simple healing of…

I Want To Tell Those Eyes

  The window rattles every time a door is closed. They are being closed all the time. I place my hand on the window to stop it from rattling. Unfortunately, this brings me to the point of being able to look outside My hand…

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