Her eyes were dark and smoky. His eyes were dazed and glazed. His senses dulled. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt something real, not fabricated within the illusion reflected by the clouds of drug induced haze. He knew… Continue Reading
As he stared into her eyes, the silence seemed to creep up onto them. It hung there, sitting with them. Buzz. Buzz. Her phone. Her parents must have walked into her room where she was supposed to be sleeping. She… Continue Reading
Love is one of the earliest concepts I remember being introduced to. It was the unbreakable connection between family. You could fight all you wanted and the love stayed strong. I never understood that love; it never seemed as strong… Continue Reading
He was drugs and drugs were him. They were circling through his system as oxygen would. He floated among the clouds as the drugs suffered the day. When the drugs came back home and put their head on the pillow,… Continue Reading
Waves crash against the sand in the distance as I look along the beach in the dim, blue light of nautical twilight. I can taste salt on my skin when I lick my dry lips where I had been biting… Continue Reading
Your eyes are brown and beautiful, it’s been longer than three years since I last saw them. No one ever tells you that brown eyes can be beautiful, everyone fawns over the depth and clarity of blues and greens. Beautiful… Continue Reading
“I woke staring at the ceiling. I just laid there, not moving. I just watched as the shadows danced around the ceiling. They moved so slowly but elegantly. They moved to the drum in my chest and my ears. Their… Continue Reading
A good typical love story has a happy ending, a good typical love story is made, not written at three in the morning mere hours before the start of a busy work day. This story is not that. Like the coffee it contains, it… Continue Reading
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We darted out from the wooded grove and into a flat, open expanse, where fields of canola and corn and fallow land spread far into the flat horizon, studded with silver mountains and the blue sky was laced with… Continue Reading
Walking alone through night on the third day of fall; walking to the store to buy a lighter – hair loose and makeup is fading, smiley lips at the busy busy people with their various lives – I look like… Continue Reading