In Another World

When shadows overlap, they merge to become darker, denser. That’s what we see, at least. But what if in another world, their merging created a story; something deep and meaningful. What if, even for the briefest of moments, somewhere out there something magical happens when two shadows meet. So maybe, just maybe, in another world,…

Poetry Prompt Sundays

Prompt 4 guide words (courtesy of Matthias): crane plane harp The rules are simple: Use any or all of the guide words posted in an original poem or short story. You do not have to use the actual words, feel free to express what you feel from them or the featured image. Post the poem…

Because I love you

I left this neo-cosmopolitan city of both old districts of open sewers, the sound of carpentry – nails driven into furniture – and the poor struggling to get by, squatting in cordoned off land reserved for 27 storied apartment complexes with clubhouses with saunas and squash courts and people smoking imported Pall Malls in the…

fenced delicacies

How I stash away my food, like a squirrel stowing nuts for a dark day of hibernation. you with your sticky fingers and runny noses and greedy mouths would go to any heights just to get a taste of my delicacies. maybe I need to wire some fence made of hard language; that usually puts…

The Last Dance

I stood out on the deck, staring up at the night sky into the face of the end of the world. Inside, my family and a large group of their friends drank and laughed and danced to old songs, some I remembered, some I didn’t. Upstairs, my two little brothers and the younger kids of…

Recurring Nightmare/Fantasy

I breathe the memories in like smoke, Soothing an addiction I didn’t know I had, And I know that this is a trap, one that I set for myself, I don’t know if it’s borne by masochism or fear, My heart tells me it’s love, but I’m not fooled, You can’t miss something you never…

If Only

I used to want to feel the pain from consuming, like an emaciated lion viewing a life-saving meal, peacefully sipping from a pond, unaware of the hunger, survival, desperation of the creature lurking behind her, ready to pounce. Ready to pounce, without the energy to kill, weakened by days of walking aimlessly after a one-on-one…