Category Archives: Prose

Texture touched smooth,

surface of a puddle rippled.

Change one more step ahead,

lingering finger to finger

moving wall-to-wall.

Skewed hearts, airy muses,

graves prepped for fall.

Baptism by dew say,

bruises call for ‘holy water’.

balanced sat unbalanced,

excess further from extra old.

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Stopped for a moment in sleep;

star touches fingers,

mind crosses thoughts deep.


A hiraeth is a homesickness: spring waiting with a cure.


Painful watching the dead die a second death.


You were you,

and

I was

no more.


The world

takes you

away,

love calls

you back.


Clinging to me

like rain,

you are not only

in the sun.