The Slaughter
Once upon a time(A story starting like all tales should)I had the ideaA southern window filled with green lifeMost of …
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Privilege
Fire, destructionFear — so much fearand the stench, burnt wood, foul melting plasticsseared fleshturns my stomachThe neighborhood is flattenedfamilies huddled …
For Sale: A slightly used life
I was taught to pick the safe choicethe secure choiceand safety, security were the gold standard of a good lifeThe …
Blood Moon
The beginning of the shadowinitiation of dreadcreeping, creeping heavinessstarting innocently enoughjust a little shadow at the very edgeFed by nothing …
Hurry
Somewhere in the pit of my stomachis where anticipationand impatiencemeet and mingle I can’t get there fast enough it seemswherever …
Time Flies
Time flies when you are having fun, they sayUnless you are a frog, then flies are fun if you have …
I Forget to be Grateful
Inspired by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer. Things I forget to be grateful for: My car started this morningZoom – we love …
Take a number
You want my timemy attentionmy effortsTake a numberYou are just another asking for a resource that is scarcifying with each …
The Heat is Too Early Again This Year
The heat is too early again this yearThis, the time it should only be springand I should be able to …
Ritual of Rest
Dim the lightsLight a candle, one that smells amazing. (wait, will that drip on the wood table?)Breathe deeply, all the …
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