The wind blows my hair. I’m standing on the edge again. Although this time it is not to wave off my family from the docks, this time it is the end of my journey.

Beneath me lies the swirling depths of the North Ocean. It calls to me and storms my thoughts with crashing waves. On the water’s surface rages a reflection of the ship as it descends into the sea’s icy fist.

But now the ship is crumbl...

Shrieking with fervour, the crow flaps its wings: once, twice, then leaps from the branch and vanishes into the fog. The girl stumbles back and the tree branches reach out to her in response, their gnarled fingers mimicking a mother’s tender touch. Using the branches to ready herself, she resumes her trudging pace, each footfall sinking like stones into the soil. As she heads further into the fore...

Did I cross the line?

I look down at my clothes, my hands,

Slick with sin,

Seeping between the lines in my palms,

A tapestry of another man's life.

Had I taken it too far?

Rivers of red undoing, snake down my arms,

To cup his face, porcelain skin warped unholy,

Marred by my red-handed touch....

A brown parcel, bright bow, gleam gone astray,

A note written in resignation—letters dragged and heavy,

Dull the air of celebration.

A whittling breath, a hacking cough,

Then raindrops stain the parcel in bright red,

A delightful addition to the ribbon, now bled.

Beneath the layers of wrapping, an art work grotesque,

A stitched, knitted, and hand-sewn sweater,

Her will:_“Wear it each week, no ...

In shadows, he watches, heart-a-flutter,

The way her laughter spills from her lips,

A glimpse of her smile, the sun’s gentle glow.

He watches her dream in hues of gold and purple,

Her radiating light casting away darkness,

Whispering wishes of love for all beneath the dawn’s embrace.

When he draws near, her arms open wide - her fleeting touch illuminating his skin,

The warmth of her light lik...