May 31
poem 1 comment challenge: Senses
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You are walking on the beach. Open your eyes


The sun slides beneath your eyelids in a wash of
orange like the inside of a grapefruit or
the algae that grows on the underside of the dock.

The air feels corrosive but you like
its salty bite
and the scent of the wind—like the ghosts of
all the fish in the sea.

The sun
slides along the sky and slices
into the water
spreading toward you in a runway of light. A wave
fans out on the sand before your toes, sounding like
a sigh
and your tracks are erased behind you.
 
Mar 22
fiction 2 comments challenge: Twist
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A Morning Stroll

It can get so lonely sometimes. These days I’m finding it harder and harder to get out—these old bones won’t last much longer; I know that someday soon I will fade away to nothing—but I can only bear to go so long without seeing the sun. So this morning, I took a walk.

When I first stepped out into the sunshine, I couldn’t help but feel positively overwhelmed by it all—the warmth, the light, the scent of grass and the sound of birdsong; and most of all the memories it brought me. I saw myself in that spring landscape. It was as if I were watching a picture film of my life.

There, just atop that hill, I knelt as a child in my blue Easter dress and inspected the patch of daffodils before me. I would choose the best ones to bring home to my mother. I can still remember the way she smiled and swept me up into her arms when I returned home, careful not to crush the delicate blooms I was clutching in my small fist. Daffodils were her favorite flower.
Feb 01
poem 1 comment challenge: Elves
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Departing


don’t say we didn’t warn you

is your farewell

as the forest

swallows you up.

it’s not as if you didn’t know about the elves

about their tricks

their lures

but the forest has always called to you

louder than your family’s cautionings.

they’ll take you

and they won’t let you go


is what they said

to try to tame your curiosity.

but instead you thought

i wouldn’t mind a bit.

you walk deeper into the shadows

and you don’t look back.