Home is not in the bed.

It’s not on the shelf,

Nor is it in the bathroom

Dripping like your toothbrush.

It’s not in the kitchen,

though there is food aplenty.

It’s not in the living room,

Though living is sometimes home.

It’s not by the shoes at the door,

Nor is it out on the front porch.

Home is a habit,

The one you build with ones you love

And the habit you build on your own.

Home is the trust...

Everyone was smiling, that was why I didn’t realize until later. Fine silverware, candles lit, lights down low, juicy meat on the table, it was the perfect fine dining meal. My fiancée’s father was enjoying the grilled greens, her brother was laughing at a joke she told. The perfect dinner, until I spilled the wine on my future mother-in-law. I was so flustered, attempting to clean up, I almost di...

Beep. Beep. Beep. “Eugh.” Click.

Rolling over what little I can, I lift the flap against the window. Just white and a little bit of cool air drifting towards me.

Shivering, I think, two more days. Just two more days in this ice hole and then I can drive down to warmth of the Carolinas.

Why am I stuck in Maine, midwinter, making my poor...

In this dystopian world,everyone is so obsessed with anti-aging that they invested in research of the immortal lobsters. Eventually causing the rise of the lobster-human species, overwhelming the normal human population.

I am xeno-346. I see colors most humans never see, yet I am not allowed to be an artist. My main job is …...

Still today occurs on every point,

Whether night or bright or full of blight.

As I see the stars up in the sky,

Each one glints with its own worries of today.

There’s an ordinary in every place of space.

What’s common and what’s not.

Up there, on a planet far away,

I’d still be looking out,

To imagine another today....

Fish. Swipe.

Fish. Swipe.

Big fish. Swipe.

..why even post that fish. Swipe.

Half naked. Swipe.

Shut-in. Swipe.

Hmmm, likes hiking and camping. Decent picture. Ah! There it is: the half cut off picture of your ex. Swipe.

And on and on it goes. Nearly mindless attention on swiping dating apps. It’s more entertainment that actual engagement with anyone. Making quick judgements. Looking for “the one”...

“All are holy!” The religious chorus cries as they dance through the town. They’re singing praises of the god king, Lucius. His example is that all living things are holy, the plants, the earth, the people. We live on the edge of the capital in a small, poorer suburb. So it’s nice to have something of equal status as the nobility in the center of the capital.

As the group of religious leaders star...

It’s in the air. The crisp, wet, humidity. The soft light on the wind. The murmur of the clouds in the sky. The change of seeing only the stark red on the horizon to seeing it all around. Wearing warm and comfy clothes indoors and out. The best weather to be outside. The best season to be alive. Autumn has finally arrived.

It’s not just the weather for autumn, but it does set the tone. It’s the w...

She cried tears of pain,

Of that much I could tell.

Under the Willow tree,

It’s leaves cradling her face.

It wasn’t the silent tears of hidden shame.

Nor the the angers tears of loneliness.

It was the raw tears of agony.

She wasn’t shrieking yet,

But she has every right to.

For what worse anguish is there,

Than a Mother’s loss of her child....

Who could say no to little Suzie. She’s a mixture of a feyling and a halfling with a whole lot of heart.

She’s got the small stature that reminds you of little adorable children you have to keep happy. As a half giant, names Greg, I can’t help but spoil her any way I know how.

She’s got the innocent puppy eyes that you know will make you feel guilty when their sad. Sheel’a, our rouge, has got suc...