Piece by piece pieces of my soul, my being – a galaxy swirling into being this cloud of rainbow light and i was like “huh? what’s happening to me?!” but i knew despite the discomfort that it was good smiling faces with outstretched hands as i took my first steps i didn’t know what to…
Tag: Stories
within the forest
Deep within the forest is a secret pool of cold, still water. Where ripples rebound to the outer edges of the rock. Where moonlight and sunlight and starlight shimmer on the surface. They are the ones welcome to play here day by day. If you dipped your toe into this secret pool of cold, clear…
when the lights go dark, i dance
This is June Bug. She puts on lipstick in the rear view window of her car as she sits outside a club with thumping bass. Dark red looks like velvet. Tastes like plastic wax. June Bug looks at groups of people frolic into the club. Stroll in seemingly casually. And she feels an affinity with…
Girl on the skateboard
Girl on the skateboard rides down the block past houses with seemingly no one in them. Girl on the skateboard sees images pass her by. Nothing is distinct. Girl on the skateboard feels the grit of the pavement beneath her feet. Girl on the skateboard pushes along. How fast can I go? Can I go…
Footsteps in the snow
The leaf on the stairs was a gift from a friend. Shadows turned sideways when I walked into your being. It was cold out — much more than I am accostomed to since I’m from more temperate climates. You didn’t think it was anything to have a girl looking through the window. It wasn’t big…
stillness of an evening
Girl stands on the porch balcony looking over a setting sun. Air’s misty and thick, swirling little clouds that look like something might happen when nighttime comes. Looking out to the world there’s this huge body of water. Still and quiet. Barely a ripple even with tugboats and ferries tracing their way across its glassy…
ask the horse
horse in the meadow never talked to me until last night. moved seven steps to the right of when i saw him last. dark brown red skin and eyes blinking at me like what, you know my soul now? who are you to know me? but he’s right, you know. the horse does know my…
story time: i dream of rocks
When she wakes up, there’s no one around. Doesn’t matter. Still the cold sweat again. Still the jolt awake. Wide-eyed peering into the night. But nothing. The phone replaced the clock. The phone says some god awful time, that’s forgettable the instant she looks at it. Two. Three times. She still doesn’t remember. It doesn’t…
Another poem/short story/creative thought tangent…
there’s a girl i know she walks the streets at night she travels the world in streetlights wet pavement gravel crunches under foot whispers and flashes always night sky glances it’s the girl you always pass you don’t think to look where she turns where she walks when she walks pay no attention to the…
The Dynamics of Groove 