I look nothing like myself these days: thinner, darker, less American.
A New Life
God
The Veil
Then she saw him, the veil of ignorance pulled back suddenly and with no warning.
Ego
Let Me Be
Left Behind
There was no one to greet him when he got off, and while everyone was looking forward to the eager hugs and long-awaited kisses of loved ones, he looked back at the train that brought him to this point.
One-Liner Wednesday – Man’s Best Friend?
My entry for this week’s One-Liner Wednesday, hosted by Linda G. Hill.
Jealous Gods
She never questioned the visions or voices trapped in his head, even when their meaning escaped her.
Poem #33
Hide and Seek
She could no more fill it with food and drink than one can fill an entire living-room with only memories of the departed.
Poem #143
A Giant in the Sun
Cloud Gates
She was becoming translucent, only a faint outline remained barely strong enough to hold in the memories.
Poem #9
Six Word Story: “Wicked”
My entry for this week's Six Word Story Challenge, hosted by Sometimes Stellar Storyteller.
I only see her at night.
Her Secret Drawer
What are some of your secret childhood memories?
Show Don’t Tell
"No poem was ever written by a drinker of water." – Homer
What are your writing rituals and habits?
Are we more than what people call us?
The Bibliophile
To walk into his den was to walk into his deviant mind...
