Tag: creative writing

summer i try on a new face and regret to say: it does not fit

dark before dawn muscle memory draws the frail body from bed and sets it off on a mad quest

what has survived the monsoon’s rampage: midsummer’s moon and an undying warmth

there is a design to this reality we have failed to understand: illusions built on the fundamentals of wear and tear

a black that feels deep green: summer crow tilts its head and concurs

gaze long enough at glass towers and you’ll find that the other world has always been in plain sight

a salve like no other kind words and gentle first light

woke up to a silly thought: madness matters

coffeeshop now ground zero for the heralds of chaos