(This is a scene from a book I'm currently working on. For a little background, Rachel and Alice are eleven years old.) Rachel stared at the field full of flowers with carefully considered ambivalence. It was the type of field you only see in childish memories and Hollywood: bright green grass dotted with yellow and... Continue Reading →
Let Us Inspire War
My dear friend, please come back to me. I have seen you lingering. But it has been so long since we intertwined the way we once did. It has been so long since your warmth coursed through my veins. The smile you inspired was so intoxicating to me, so contagious to the Observers. We once... Continue Reading →
Dreams Like These
One night I looked to the Heavens to find Anything that would suggest I exist So I reached to the stars, and each one kissed My fingertips and corners of my mind From the Milky Way, I poured a tall glass Of shimmering dreams to lighten my heart It tingled my tongue and was... Continue Reading →
Here, Now
If you ever sit there wondering what your purpose or place is in this universe, I'd say you've already forgotten the fact that you're sitting. Do you think shooting stars streak across the sky wondering if someone made a wish on them? Do you think a bird starts singing hoping they'll bring a smile to... Continue Reading →
Getting Somewhere
...and we move on in intense lethargy hoping that, somewhere along the way, we will catch our breath we put our nose to the grind stone day after day believing in the myth that we'll understand in the by and by what it was all for in the first place ...but are we adding... Continue Reading →
Dreaming Feet
I know my place in life like the palm of my hand That is to say I don't remember all these lines They are as distinct to me as each grain of sand Funny how, from a distance, they look so refined If I could remember my lines, perhaps I'd speak The words I'm supposed to... Continue Reading →
Letters to Old Friends
I tend to hold onto memories like sentimental letters from long-lost friends. In a way, that's exactly what they are, but some letters are meant to collect dust for a very long time before they're read so as not to be misconstrued, and some are meant to be burned. I can remember when I was... Continue Reading →
Finding the Garden
I step inside... It is absolutely frigid. It seems as if the walls know too, clad in their stoic gray-blue semblance. I dare not run - it could spell disaster for myself and all of the other apparitions locked in here with me. Yet mayhaps the only way to know for sure, the only way to capture... Continue Reading →
Writing the Beast
Broad-shouldered beasts Against a downtrodden me In pride, bear their teeth Blinding my tenacity Slouching, I come to greet In worn shoes from dragged feet With a sigh, I take my seat The pen my weapon, these words my feat You have no idea what it took to lay these words for all to... Continue Reading →
December Rose 