Sometimes rain whispers gently across prairies, upon wildflower petals, soaking the earth, quenching a thirst for life; soaking me with...

"Make Me Whole" Sometimes pieces don’t realign as envisioned. Sometimes they crumble to pile up as dust. Or they crack and shatter across...

"Empty Tomorrows" We are ghosts of empty tomorrows; the bleak grey hues overshadowing the sun waiting for light to break through, waiting...

10: #sixwordstory He wrecked her. She rose again. Image by Catharina77 from Pixabay

"From The Outside" To live from the outside is to drive headlong into every orange-dusted sunset; a twisting highway with no destination...

"Forever" It’s a blessing and a curse that we don’t live forever. We remain whilend yet days seem like years, years like days, and...

"Grey Skies" I dwelt with dreariness, staring up into blue-grey clouds wondering if that day was when I ended things, immobilized in a...

"Forweary" Ensorcell me now before I divagate off, weary of it all. Image by Markus Spiske from Pixabay

Surrender to the heart which yearns to be unapologetic. Let thunder's brontide awaken recklessness, rumbles across a horizon, rain...

The Fire within An atrabilious night in which I gave up; scintillating stars somehow melancholic and mopey. The ebony, edacious, devoured...

Day 2: Angels Fall We can’t all be angels. Even they fall, entangled in white silk, stars and clouds carrying the world when it hits a...

I drove until the morning light greeted my rearview, drawing fractures of my heart from beneath the night where the truth left shards of...

It was the night I set my heart down before you, in all it’s eloquent fragments; the night you stomped them to shards, saying it no...

Stop that. Stop telling yourself that having a partner in your life is the only thing that matters. After being in a couple of long term...

It floats; this singular heartstring, some sort of flow following beats upon wind. There’s a rhythm out there somewhere trying to drag me...

You don’t have to go vaulting off a cliff, wincing at the crunch of every bone to come back down to earth. Sometimes breaking yourself...

Runaway Bird A heart like a runaway bird flapping frantically, wings that can’t escape this town fast enough. A plumage hued like...

I am trying out this challenge for April that's circulating on Tumblr - a month of prompts inspired by the poetry of the amazing Maya...

You stuck a pin through a butterfly, yet promised she deserved the best, a slight stroke along her delicate wings of velvet, she was...

You couldn’t give me shelter when a hurricane crumbled in with gusts irate enough to send solid bones trembling. Yet stoic you stood...