She is a hurricane, spiraling winds wrapped up in waterfalls of rain, and she can’t stop falling, pouring herself out onto streets and cars and houses. She winds up her thoughts with gale force facts and spews them at whoever won’t listen because no one really does. Her eyes bleed invisible tears that plummet onto […]
I guess I got what I wanted. I just didn’t realize it wouldn’t be enough. That I would open my eyes and see your face and know this was where I belonged. I didn’t know that just being someone wouldn’t be enough. I thought I needed someone. To hold me and smile at me and […]
Strange, this feeling of nostalgia pouring over me, bathing me in memories of times I’ll never forget, of moments I’d somehow misplaced, and emotions I’d like to relive. Yet we can’t go back. No one can. That road has gone, drifted into ash and cinder, and this path is the only one that exists. We […]
Suddenly, old is new again, and I’m not sure how it happened. Like fate or kismet or some kind of coincidence that can’t be coincidental. I remember his strong hands, the arms that held me up, that pushed me down and made me feel alive when I seemed underwater, when I seemed lost in trying […]
Our passion painted the windows with our breath, our steam, our release after so much wanting, so much heat that the rain outside felt warm instead of pinpricks of ice on my skin. Feeling your flesh flat against mine, it was as if the summer sun pounded against my body instead of the dark drops […]
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
