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My heart pines for Saturday evenings of pudding on funnel cakes after department store walks. For all the chatter and squeaky shopping cart wheels, I found silence where all amplified. This house is just silent.

6 35
2020-07-24

When one spells her name under their breath, it must kiss the ocean. That is how you beckon a love drowned. I tried it, one day, lips fried from the salt spraying from pistol tides against boulders.

7 45
2020-07-13

The world outside my door came alive, dim sparkles popping madly on surfaces like water in a frying pan. I prefer such afternoons that were louder than dreams, pieces flying petal to petal, perfuming the air.

8 58
2020-07-04

An abbreviated era of everything beautiful in each season will remain in all things, no matter the chaos birthed from errors ignored. There is compassion in rain, snow, and even hale. All bathe the earth.

9 38
2020-07-01

W/ moonlight decorating his shoulders in faded blooms, he lifted the lid. There was but a small gate at the bottom. He imagined what it could be hiding—until a gentle melody & yesteryear's sunshine.

8 42
2020-06-29

We are responsible for how we react to a despot called pain and its coarsely spiked spindle. Some choose to ignore it until numbness sets with the sun. You chose to spin a rising lifelong light that reminds me to feel warmth.

14 57
2020-06-26

Our ancestors envisioned this kind of world but they must've fought for something better than people suspending others as hook-pierced minnows over self-appointed thrones. We're merged in separation with vaulted futures.

8 48
2020-06-19

He left without discussion, listening to those who raised him in exchange for full obedience. They held the titles 'mother' & 'father yet never warmed him as families do. His memory lays tangled with benthos.

14 79
2020-06-17

We perished earthly fears the closer our hands got to those cotton candy clouds, ignoring little bites and scrapes along the way. Leaves blew oceans past their sheen until all we saw was a jungle of ambrosia.

13 57
2020-06-13

I heard a sapid voice on the breeze, maternal and full as the peonies on Grandma's kitchen table. I must've smiled because his eyes swelled with a bitterness that spread over his face like a virus—unready for a mother's wrath.

9 51
2020-06-11

We met through the book with a broken spine, arctic lights haloing each other's heads from opposite sides of the shelf. It was beautiful as a sun-teased ravine; & the whistling kettle behind made it home.

6 37
2020-06-09

Twas a languorous evening when a peevish pixie spotted rows upon rows of mortals performing the death salute. Finding no jest about it—despite their wide grins—she brandished a magnificent brick.

7 41
2020-06-08

My hand clasped with yours & our sights on trees silhouetted by sun's glow, I remembered strawberries' sweet tang on homemade yogurt & the friend who fit almost snug in my palms—the day I no longer felt small. 6

9 39
2020-06-06

"Oh my. No proper way to justify one's selective narrow vision. They blur the world by cursing themselves into a miasma that'll only keep closing."
"Your... Your cat talks?"
"Yeah, she hates inequality."

7 27
2020-06-03

Your wristwatch ticked as a deluge of hydrangeas bloomed in our hearts—a quintessential restoration after years of walking through rusted gardens settled beneath strangers' heavy shoes. 2

8 60
2020-06-02

Angus Byrne was not Angus Byrne. Neighbours say the real boy was long led away by a leprechaun who'd morphed into a black shuck, forced into a circus where only devils may judge one's moral doings.

5 44
2020-06-01

"Meet my highly intelligent bird. She loves reading and helps highlight all unnecessary longueurs in these awful submissions. Such finesse in that wing-work. Forgo the blue ones."
"Those are mine."
"Oh. Dreadful."

10 40
2020-05-30

He came to her during the devil's' hour & granted her vainest wish, promising to never sever their connection so long as it pleased.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, extending her new wings.

4 22
2020-05-29

A boy's love became the precursor of her dying sun. He surmised that to win her favour, he must pluck the fire surrounding her shadows. In the end, she'd burst into a flurry of petals and took to the skies, existing as a dead wish.

12 61
2020-05-22

I welcomed the premature spring, its showers refreshing as the rare snowy breeze amid scorching summer afternoons. It greeted us late this year. Even the evergreens we'd gifted flowers every April 1st seem sad.

7 46
2020-05-18