People take us and part us out like old cars. We advertise ourselves like yard sales and sell our hearts like old junk on the front lawn. And what we have left is a box of garbage that we label “free” and expect a stranger to pick us up and cherish our broken souls. Pieces […]
I have this weird picture in my head of how life is supposed to be. I see myself in a high rise apartment, sipping red wine and wearing four inch heels. My job is glamorous, maybe a columnist for some upscale news source and my friends host swanky parties in opulent flats or brownstones or […]
I see your face every day. People pass by and I stutter, stop and reach for your eyes with mine. But it’s never you. Yesterday, I heard that you might come for a visit. It’s a year away and who knows if it’s real. Maybe you’ll change your mind about leaving your white sand beach […]
I don’t use bookmarks. Well, not in the traditional sense. I stuff old receipts or paper shreds, pieces of string or gum wrappers between the pages of the books I can’t part with. And I can’t part with any. My shelves are lined with words I wish I had written, lines I long to say […]
I am moving ever forward, ever onward. My fingers clutch at the past but the rushing momentum won’t let up, won’t stop my feet from mobilizing. They race on this path to the future, motivated by promises of movement, of change. My toes itch to climb mountains and drive fast automobiles with big motors and […]
Smoke and alcohol mingle in the air. The fire crackles, sending bursts of orange sparks into the early summer night. A steady bass beat thrums beneath the loud voices floating on the breeze. I pull my sweater closer, tighter. Your laughter rises above the din and brings a smile to my lips. It’s strange to […]
You have kidnapped my desire, held hostage my mind. Your memory is contraband and I am the criminal coveting your smile. I hate when my longing overcomes my rationality, when I crave to restrain, rope, bind you to me. I want to keep your voice and laugh and humanity to myself. Your fingers and freckles […]
Thoughts of you can be evil, dark, pernicious. You are danger and fire rolled into a vice I cannot live without. You take me on rides through fantasy and mystery, but the lurking darkness is ever present, waiting to grip me in its firm talons of imagination. You are my black temptation hovering in the […]
Green stone and bleached sea shells, this is all I have left of us. I wear this memory around my throat. It chokes me with loss, heavy and biting. The jagged edges of the bright shells carve your name into my flesh. We walked into this shop, the outside a cracked facade of weathered wood, […]
Here we sit, she and I, looking across the table at our lives. We have walked these paths and steered these streets on the way to this moment, this space amongst the stars. She’s told me of her machinations of a different view and I shared my love for you. Yet here we sit pretending […]
TBI Survivor Story
Writing letters I can never send
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
