Wake

There was a vague twinge in the Universe that woke me from my dreams that night. A soft, wordless whisper that gently grazed my mind with fingers like spring petrichor, wisdom surging from strings of lavender and copper smoke, an electric static burst that exploded around me in the darkness. A message, transcribed in the … More Wake

Cast off Jars

Our lives wrapped up around rivers, trees, a wedding dress and rings, dried wheat in glass mason jars, laughter here and there. done. those mason jars shattered, moments dissipated like fog in the sun. our moments lost, now frail and fragile and stretched thin across the couch we’ve shared for years, across the living room … More Cast off Jars

The Copper Flood

The river does not sleep tonight. It rolls against its banks, Anxious and eager to eat up the roads And the bridges, To bring chaos and destruction In the wake of the blood moon. The river whispers copper words Under a black sky, Desolate and starless, Cloud cover so thick even the moon Cannot see … More The Copper Flood

Imposters

There is nothing in the darkness But smoke and shadows Flickering off the old rooftops of Eerie broken homes Shattered windows the broken teeth In wooden clapboard faces Rotting under the cruel hands Of rain and wind and snow and sun Bearing down like strong words Whispers in a crate Hidden in the attic Your … More Imposters