“Look, child, everything the moss touches is our kingdom.” “So, does that mean we only have this little corner?” “Do not question our kind’s ever so subtle domination! One day, the moss will grow.” “I...really don’t know how I feel about this.” “Oh, they come. Be quiet now, child.” “I don’t think they can hear … Continue reading In the Crack
She had a monster, and he agreed to tame it. He heard the door ring and knew it was her and opened the door. His sister showered him in thanks, made promises of her child’s angelic qualities, hugged said child, hugged him, and was gone. “So, it’s just the two of us,” Only several hours, … Continue reading The Girl
He didn't use to like it, the forceful explosions of colorful flames were but yet another science phenomenon coinciding with human standards of beauty. What's so exciting about polluting the world with smog and noise and litters of food wrappers and cans and frightened pets running astray? But, this year is different. As he found … Continue reading Fireworks
She was there first, she beat the waves. Her hand brushed the rough, splintered wood of the beachside rails before the urge of Poseidon crashed against ragged, stubborn rocks tamed by weather. The conflict roared and tumbled into a froth of old selves in sediments. Her sentiments? Untouched, her hand merely smarted as she continued … Continue reading Waves
The air stank of cut grass and the fumes belonging to the author of the stench. ‘Tis the smell of uniformity, the blood of rebels who dared to outgrow the concrete bonds of humanity. I tried to focus on the cracks on the floor, stretching across each rectangle aiming my steps beyond those lives to … Continue reading Morning Walks to School
I saw your daring brilliance that morn’, shortly after the rain. God cried in my place and I thought I would hike a mountain to pretend that the elevation would bring me closer to Him, Her, It…? They, now that’s a more progressive term to appease my soul tainted by liberal rhetoric. But political turmoil … Continue reading The Snail Crossing the Road
I thought I was done being vulnerable. That if I pull up a GDocs and fill it with writing that I can pretend that I’m proud of, hiding metaphors and symbols and allusions that all points to...you, I will be distracted from the problem. Yet from the corner of my eyes, amongst the sea of … Continue reading I thought I was done being vulnerable.