Going Home, Sinatra – a short story

The station was empty, save for the moths fluttering by the lemon glow of the lone light bulb. You could almost hear the quietness, the eerie lull so characteristic to my town. Quiet, lost and forgotten little place. Existing in secret.  The train came in, huffing and puffing, hooting, and whistling, creating the only buzz…

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Woman with child

Maybe it's not about the man at all"I will not have a child" I saidThey replied you won't know until you find the right manI remained adamant, defiantUntil I watched them proven right before my very eyesMaybe it's not about the man at all it's only about loveAbout love and devotion and loyalty and passion…

Sweets- a strange dream

"I see you", he saysin a conversation that is independent ofthings we've been, continued butin a dream- dreadfully alive as reality itselflines blurred between what's real and unreal;wherehe proceeds to strip me bareof all notions I have of truth and farce;taking his time to observe each and every move,the things I say, the things I…

On Fall ’22

I haven't seen any leaves fallthis AutumnThey're still up there, as though waiting, waitingThe air seemsimpregnated with anticipationroots restlessa certain change in the breathingof tree trunks, among the grasses a nervous sighing whisperings in the nightYet, it's almost like they know something's comingYou can sense they're waiting for something to be set rightPerhaps they're waiting...for…

#millennialthings

Maybe I shouldn'tBut I want toNot everything one wants should be doneMaybe just this once?For goodness' sake, have some dignity woman!Facepalm But what if something's wrong?If only I knew how they are... I'd be fineHeck, even move onGod, how did we even come to this?I shouldn't have to think so longMaybe name five things I…