There is a man for whom I am in-lovewith such passion and devastation. And in this love is an unrequited lovethat will only ever complete a friend’s demonstration. His smile does not pain mebut rekindles that ever sought platonic joy. His embrace does not degrade mebut rejuvenates an unrequited love I must employ. Fear is …
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Lunch at the “Crepes on Cole”
Solo meal. Chicken and rice soup, warm and to fill a cup. Table by the windows. Out the window eyes. Ham and Cheese sandwich, cut into halves. Toasted wheat bread, red tomato, green lettuce, white mayo, yellow mustard. Plain leafy salad, clear vinaigrette. Roasted red potatoes. Eavesdropping ears. Silverware clinking on dishware. Coffee cups jostle, …
A Creative Writer’s Wish of Hell
I want Hell to be Ironic. I want to suddenly appear in a large white room. Freezing cold. With a large calligraphy sign on one side of the room to read: “Please Take a Coat to Warm Yourself, My Friend”. And I pick an amazing plush fur coat from a seemingly never-ending wall of coats. …
The Pyro Gene
At the age of eight, my father intentionally burned down our family home. He used friction. He found a friend of my mother’s cousin and conducted friction. Eventually, the friction made sparks and landed on some highly flammable material. Namely, my mother. The house and kids went up in flames next. My sisters crawled away …
Flash Grief
It arrives as a surprise the grief like ice on the back for something that never was Me: Question (Awkward Page) Him: An Affirmative (Awkward Page) Me: Projection (With Hope)Him: Emotional Response (Evasive Maneuvers) TimeInstinct. Doubt. Fear. Preservation. Marches Me: Question (Clarifying) Him: The Negative (Clarified) Me: Question (Fragile Hope)Him: The Negative (Emphatic) Me: Question …
Spread
Spread the peace. Spread the lies. Spread his mouth. Spread laughter. Spread life. Spread his arms. Spread the wealth. Spread the hate. Spread his fingers. Spread eagle. Spread death. Spread his feet. Spread the joy. Spread the news. Spread his toes. Spread love. Spread sadness. Spread his hips. Spread the butter. Spread the cure. Spread …
Blue Suns
It’s the way he looks at me really -- We are not together. We arrive separately. We know each other’s names. We are surrounded by mutual friends. It’s the way he stops -- to look at me really -- Constant rounds of drinks are being cycled through the crowd. The chatter. The banter. The sudden …
The Morning I Understood You Moved Away
There are flowers in the window where no flowers used to be. It doesn’t make it any better, it just means it isn’t thee. Their blinds are always open showing art of unfamiliar hues. It doesn’t make it any better, it just means it isn’t you.
Tea Light
Little flame, Little flame, What do you believe? With only hours to live, Are you trapped, Or are you free?
Letters from the Latrine 