29 Sep
2014

Resonance

As if you’ve discerned the very moment my heart might mend

Your warm, honeyed voice whispers hello through space and wires.

You’ve returned and we forget

Again.

Wednesday night polishes jagged moments from our past

But inevitably, Thursday morning

And we remember.

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42 words

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21 Sep
2014

She’s told you everything now…

Follow the path in the coffee table’s dust; she’s etched her last thoughts in its silt.  No voice-mail message, no enveloped letter. No suicide formalities this time.

All she’s left behind are cigarette burns and a startling red stain on the carpeting.

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42 words

Photograph Gold coast by danieleldjarn on 500px

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16 Sep
2014

Dust

Damp lashes blink sand from my eyes

As crouched amid stone rubble and splintered olive trees

I envelop my family’s fragile future within my robe, and

Cradle the innocents to my breasts.

Slowly our faith fades and vanishes into despair’s deep darkness.

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42 words

 

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7 Sep
2014

Feeding the soul

Twenty seven yesterday. An afternoon spent with parents. And after a thin slice of birthday cake, bitter disappointments and unmet expectations were served.

Driving home, childhood memories mixed with the bile he fought to keep from rising in his throat.

Words regurgitated.

Photograph driving home by Dominika Herszel on 500px

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31 Aug
2014

Out there…

Throughout night-time’s darkest hours,

A city’s constant, neon movements,

Flickering just beyond the frosted, nose-spotted, bedroom window,

Bring dreams of something different,

Hold promises of something more,

And keep the fragile heart,

Of a weary, not yet nine years old insomniac,

Beating.

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42 words

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24 Aug
2014

Aftermath

One Sunday morning, after a Saturday of black and purple, you decided.

And just that once, common sense kicked your pride to the curb.

You tip-toed out the door with the clothes you were wearing, and all the cash from his wallet.

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42 words in response to the prompt: what are we running for?

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