The rain came, euphoria warm on its breath. It called to her from the kitchen, glistening rivulets winking at her like crystals against the thick glass. And, without a second thought, she dashed outside, bare feet sliding over wet grass, mud squelching between her yellow-painted toes. The rain clapped at her shoulders as the wind… Continue reading Euphoria
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Spring Longing
I yearn for…Spring’s elusive caress –Balsam of her tender palms –To soothe theFrosted scabs and scarsScourging fissures deepThrough exposed fleshUnable to endureWinter’s crude affectionI long for…The sun’s elixirHoneysuckle kissingAt my lipsMelting onMy tongueAs abundant raysLike cloaks of golden silkWrap around meFragrant with the dewPlum and cherry blossomInfusedFor these barren nightsCallous and ungivingRemind me too muchOf… Continue reading Spring Longing
My Cousin Sunmar
Sunmar was supposed to be a kept secret. Tucked away like a miser’s treasure, safe from prying and greedy eyes. Sunmar was my cousin. My brother, Jeff, and I would always go to Auntie Jackie’s and Uncle Vern’s house for winter break. We knew they had a son, but we’d never been introduced to him.… Continue reading My Cousin Sunmar
Starting Somewhere
It only takes one word Like a slow, hesitant breath Streaming into more fluid exhales – An even cadence Unfurling the tense coils Of anxiety From deep within the chest Until it becomes less painful To draw these words out Even when they Snag and bruise With their jagged edges At the exposed places And delicate fringes Of my mind A balsamic comfort Trails over these wounds Soothing the unease With the knowledge That… Continue reading Starting Somewhere
Morning Accident
Scalded tongueBurns with curses --Hot coffee Poured down the drainBittersweet swirlsOf wasted pleasureWashed down In vacant streams An angry jerk Of the refrigerator doorBears a cold breathOver flushed cheeksIce cubes crudely culledFrom their deep bedsFor the surly monsterRolling out from its wet cave --Pink and scorched Saliva drips into the sinkThe burn cools She pours… Continue reading Morning Accident
When the Night Comes
There is an intimacy that comes with the night. When the moon hoists herself high with unabashed flourish amid the glimmer of a star-studded sky. In the hours when the earth sighs soft and nocturnal melodies drift on the whistling wind. Here, in this room, where the walls are so thin they may not have… Continue reading When the Night Comes
Staying Alive
Rupert’s hand would always go to his pocket when his sensibilities strayed too far beyond the fray. His focus would glaze, amber irises dimming like the telltale signs of life slowly ebbing from a character in a tragic film. He’d rub the things sheltered in his left pocket. Three rubiginous balls. Cold, plastic shells cocooning… Continue reading Staying Alive
A Place to Belong
I could hear its dragging steps Through the shadowy streets Beneath the moon’s ivory gaze Its forlorn wail Like a wolf’s stricken howl As it searched— For what I wonder? I followed its path Felt its cold touch Graze my hand then slip away If I could I’d have merged myself With the wind And… Continue reading A Place to Belong
Prisoner
Prisoner — Of my own mind Banished to the black gorge Where dubious whispers And anxious fears Crawl the looming shadows Breathing hot against my neck Weighing my shoulders like lead And these clouded sockets— Tired and glazed Cannot see beyond the grey Fractured Disillusioned By the madness Blind to the guiding light Of radiant… Continue reading Prisoner
The Pearl
It was almost elusive to her: the pearl clutched in her palm. It was like a tangible manifestation of the hopes and dreams held close to her heart. Attainable and within reach; though her wishes weren’t as dainty nor as small. To those around her, friends and family alike, her dreams were far-fetched and laughable.… Continue reading The Pearl
