Find me,
The note said,
It talked about a girl I could not know. Continue reading
Category Archives: Poem
Poem: The Telltale Tinge Of Storms
You know a storm before it comes.
The signs, well, they always find a way to warn.
The yellowing tinge of the sky.
The way the wind hits the palms.
The feeling of the change. The one animals taste.
Better than you ever could. Continue reading
Microfiction: Analog + Poem: I Can’t Not Rhyme
Well, this is a new one. This week, because I ended up creating two smaller pieces instead of a flash fiction, I thought I’d present them as a package deal.
They are both comedic, so it does work…kinda.
Enjoy.
MICROFICTION: ANALOG
Poem: Every Night
The nighttime still so soundless,
Filled with
Something dread.
A monster deep inside us.
Begging to be fed. Continue reading
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