Tag Archives: Creative Writing

Muddled things

In hasty desires live muddled things, seeming stunted and unformed. Yet they move with deliberate ease, unfazed by passing storms. I fear that on a closer look like icebergs they may be; their bulky power invisible beneath a murky sea. … Continue reading

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Crossings, #tbt

“What will you promise each other?” I was wrestling with these feelings, this question. I typed a text that I didn’t send, which read “I promise I won’t abandon you. I promise I need you.” I was a woman standing … Continue reading

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Belle

Why can’t I spell beautiful? Try as I might, never sounds right; when the belle tolls, sour notes roll. Will it be e a you, teary eyes full, Who teaches me to sound it out? ——————————- A piece about our … Continue reading

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Little Light of Mine (#TBT)

The lies I tell myself are all that keep me going. They’re all that I have. Is there anything but self-deception? Yes and no. To say everything is a lie misses the mark. Is anything ever that simple? Yes and … Continue reading

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Embers

The log swells; turgidity pushed to its limits. Wood cracks and splits as boiling water expands and forces steaming vapor up and out. Rather than dampen the fire, moisture is overcome by heat and the frenzy only increases with the … Continue reading

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Arcoiris

The arc of history bends just right, like the look she gave me last night. It’s a bow and arrow, shooting far; part flood, a boat a la mar. An ark on an arc, filled two by two; a couple … Continue reading

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Time Value of Moments

I took for granted what I’d been granted. Growing up I never saw it this way. I never felt it all slipping away. Now I devour hours, though I try to fast. I can’t savor minutes, when days go too … Continue reading

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