the wind blows my hair as i stand on the edge again. a salty breeze caresses my face as i stare across the water. grasses flow around my legs and i can hear a seagull caw occasionally. i’m alone. this is what i want. this is what i’ve always wanted. i step off the again for the last time and fulfill my lifelong dream. as my wings sprout from my back and my legs shrink, i let a caw free from my bea...

i don’t want to be a weed in a field of wildflowers

or a wildflower in a field of weeds

i don’t even want to be a wildflower or a weed

i want to be the ladybug that crawls among them

careless and free

with the ability to fly away whenever it wants

i want to be the butterfly that flies through the meadow that both the weed and the wildflower are in

flapping its wings and moving with the whims of th...

if desire is a flame, then i’m a wildfire

chased by the extinguishers

forced to be contained because wildfires wreak havoc

desires left unchecked turn into nightmares

one can want for many things and not be a whirlwind of chaos

one must not let those wants run free in the mind

lest the wildfire take over and burn the rest of ones thoughts...

one at the head

two in the next row

and two in the next

spreading out into a V shape

they’re leaving

we won’t see them until spring

it’s gotten to cold

and harsh

the winds bluster

they scream at the geese

“get out before its too late”

the geese heed the warning of the wind

and leave

flying away into warmer weather...

if wishes fell like rain, then certainly i am a storm

each drop a different desire

pouring from me like a deluge

drenching the ground,

drowning the daffodils

and peonies

but like a storm

it comes and goes

replaced by a bright sun...

As she walked up the steps to the gate, Arabelle was uncomfortably aware of the graves scattered around her. She had a faint memory of how she got to this place, but at the moment, her clearest memory was waking up and feeling the cold damp stone that her face was pressed against. She remembered getting to her feet and seeing a warm bright light about a hundred feet away from her. She wasn’t sure ...

he’s watching

waiting

plotting

he wants to catch me off guard

snatch me away

with his claws

and drag me to his lair

hes made of dust and shadows

and he lurks under the cover

of tree branches and leaves

snaking through the rows of flowers

pink and purple and yellow

disturbed by his sinister intentions

the fog rolls around his ankles

pooling around his feet

i feel him getting closer

with each step i...