The woman you seek Shall be yours In this game You insist on playing   She will lay by Your side With a bitterness In her mouth You cannot tame   Hatred will grow By the sound Of your name For you will betray her And cause her shame   Your eyes look Upon her ...

I have spent a lot of time in recent weeks thinking about how one moment can affect the course of a story. The person the protagonist smiled at on page two can end up being the love of their life. This happens, in reality, all of the time. My own best friend and I met ...

I have a scar. For the past six years, I have been staring at these wounds each day as I go through my day to day life. It is a deep scar that will forever be with me for the rest of my life. It represents the various times I wanted to quit from this ...

What to this breeze for a mortal like man Conquering mountains, as best we can   What to this shiver the winter will bring Foraging snow, what goodness will bring   What to this home that I have kept quaint  When seasons bring turbulent summers and spring   What to this path currently on Will ...

1. sunlight pours  through a curtained window – he sighs 2. she moans: her skin sweats in summer’s heat 3. she rubs  her abdomen and whispers a name 4. a child’s laughter echoes across shuttered doors 5. fires burn, people stand on the side of the road 6. she sobs on my shoulder – the ...

I used to chase people like a child chases the moon. Then you came along, your subtle entrance made me go from chasing to floating on every cloud I saw. The child who used to chase the moon became a woman. Who now likes staying still in front of a love she waited so long ...

I stood frozen tears filled my eyes as I held my breath watching a black man take his last   numbness covered my entirety what did I just see? was this man really killed in front of me?   His eyes taciturn and vacant his face unflinching and callous his body his only weapon in ...

a twist in your gut marks this violent path a heartbeat taken a breath driven out his smile shadows your memories and the blood that soiled his face when he died father’s ghost taunts you in the night where peace can find no purchase in your dreams thirstful vengeance marks your violent path bodies in ...

Where were you the first time you realized there was a problem? A problem so big you couldn’t wrap your head around it? I can tell you where I was, 3,000 miles away driving away from ghosts. The first time I was 20 years old, the second 39 years old. Where was I heading, you ...