I love words. Their ability to carve images out of thin air, the way their sound slips from my tongue and burrows into my soul. Words have an ability to make me weep or laugh or connect. I need them, these tiny symbols of things and people and ideas, or else I would be alone […]
Bubbles balance on the tightrope of your collarbone while sunbeams ricochet through the soap and cast rainbows onto your damp skin. It’s not the slim line of your torso or the taught skin across your abdomen. It’s that tiny crest of clean clinging to you. This is the nakedness that makes me writhe and melt […]
Dark rooms and shadowed furniture. My mind hovers, lands, dissipates into cloudy flashes of your dark face. Icy wind and pregnant skies. Your fingers clutch my limbs in the shadowed caverns of dreams. Intersecting moments of time-washed memories. Your words are my mooring, my calm bay in a sea of thunder and towering waves. Are […]
Questions. All I ever hear are questions. Can I move seats? Can I go to the bathroom? What are we doing? Why are we learning this? It’s a never ending battle to not collapse into a pile of dust, all my life zapped by questions. Isn’t that what life is about? We are filled with […]
Dear WordPress readers, I’m trying to choose my best work. I want to do something with it (although I’m not sure what), but I’m not a good critic of my own writing. I will post a few links this weekend of pieces I think are worthy, but in the meantime, I would love your opinion […]
Nerves standing on edge as the car jerks onto the road. Alcoholic breath floats from your mouth as you round the corner and park. We switch, me behind the wheel of your new car. I take a picture first, the one that adorns my wall twelve years later. I accelerate into twilight, your words drifting […]
Friendship would never suffice. Platonic glances would never soothe the dull ache in my bones. I could never see your face and not want to cover your skin with timid kisses. There is no moment where I could restrain my fingers from running through your hair or over the constellation of freckles covering your chest. […]
My stomach is made from tiny trampolines on which live an army of tiny feet which start to jump the moment the sound of your name slides down my ear. How is it that butterflies can live inside a sound? They fly down my throat and join the bouncing in my gut. Their papery wings […]
Ten times a day I wish for you and ten times a day I wish I didn’t. Ten times a day I consult your photograph and ten times a day I wish I could stop my fingers from navigating my eyes to your image. Ten times a day I think of words to send you […]
The days keep running into each other and I am all but lost in the indecision. I kid myself into thinking that we would be if only I were free, but that’s not quite true, is it? You are there living a life absent of me and I am here swimming upstream in hopes of […]
TBI Survivor Story
One Hell of an Apprenticeship
He was so ugly that everybody died. The end!
An engineered explosion of erroneous exposition.
~chaos with coffee☕
Fun for the whole asylum!
Darren Hawbrook
Get Your Keys, Grab Your Coat.
A rather droll affair
Shattered long ago...
Understanding someone’s way with words isn’t as simple as you think.
poetry w/teeth
Two old men write poetry, short stories and other things
Where are you John Bender...
My Imagination is the DEVIL on my shoulder
No, this blog is not about love.
The Works of Lori Carlson
