Memory breathes With a life of it’s own From us it takes time It takes energy It twists and grows Becomes larger than life Or smaller than anything It inspires feelings To love To hate It inspires actions A hug, a kiss A hit, a murder And then it fades And disappears...

Death, dark and cold Takes without giving You staring blankly From this moment forward Me standing alone

Death takes you from me Sorrowful...

She’s always trying something new, but she gives up quickly. She moves from one thing to another, like a humming bird flitting among the flowers. She moves from one place to another the same way. When things get hard, when something goes wrong, she doesn’t feel the need to apologize or fix it. All it means is that it’s time for a new place and new people and new things to do....

They can be used to hide They can be used to play pretend They can be used to frighten They can be used to lie They can be used to fake things They can be used to shape and mold They can be used to manipulate But no matter how you use them They can’t change what’s inside...

Although I couldn’t see, something told me that I definitely wasn’t alone in the cellar. It wasn’t that I could see it, but more that I could feel it. It started slowly at first. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. And I felt the frenetic energy of anxiety, a need to act. But I didn’t know how to act or why I felt that way. I couldn’t see a threat in the dark.

As I tried to maneuver my...

My body shivered, muscles quaking, teeth chattering. I had no idea where I was. And there seemed to be no land marks. Every direction I looked in was filled with empty, dead, fields. Fields that had once probably flourished with corn, or wheat, or soy beans, now, just barren. I knew I needed to get out of here. I had to run. To save my own life. To live. I had to find my way out of this wasteland ...

As Eve stared across the table at Adam, she realized, that she didn’t really love him. Sure he was good looking, incredibly toned. He could carry things all over Eden. But his abdomen was misshapen from where he was missing a rib. And there was that little bobble in his throat that didn’t exist in hers. And he always wore the same things. He didn’t have any good clothes, just this haphazardly thro...

Margot was meticulously organized. Everything had a place and there was a place for everything. She always presented herself well. Her clothing was impeccable, everything ironed, starched, tied up. Just so. She never had a hair out of place. But Margot was never happy with what she had. She was always wanting for more. Always striving to be better, to get the promotion, to get the sought after man...

Something hit her hard in the head. She felt the darkness engulf her. There was a long moment of silence where she felt suspended in time, hearing nothing, seeing nothing: blank. She drifted. It felt astonishing to her that she would find such peace and clarity in a moment when she was sure she should be panicking. She should be worrying about what might happen next. About who had hit her. About h...

In the golden night, the stars twinkle like fire light They keep the dark at bay, and make me want to stay In the arms of my lover for another day....