The memories of them together feel like the brush strokes of an Impressionist’s art; dapples of color and emotion that pull to pieces when you look too close. Step away and memories sharpen from subconscious canvas, dreamlike views into a life that could gave been, that isn’t. The late night obedience to feed, the rocking […]
Read MoreWhat a bright burn it had, incendiary ignition to propel the stars within reach and the past behind like scrolls of bad wisdom. The light danced and played like promises of great hope, hearts speaking loudly in the quiet spaces between then and tomorrow, but what’s next was always the gutterball toss down the alley; […]
Read More“How long is it going to stand like that?” asked O’Mally as if Gabriel’s statue decided to stand beside the duck pond and wasn’t placed there by Ethan. “As long as it needs to be,” Ethan said in a low voice, squinting against the afternoon sun’s glimmer off the water. “As long as it’s useful.” […]
Read MoreThey set sail as lovers. Returning apart, their lust drowned. ————————————————- #poem #poetry #poetic #igwriters #poetry_addicts #literary_imagery1 #igpoets #igpoems #mobileartistry #window #creativewriting #microfiction #flashfiction #writing #writer #story #shortstory #streamofconsciousness #writersofinstagram #story #storyteller #atenwordstorybp #wordeconomy #ocean #harbor #portsmouthnh #neehampshire #seacoast (at A Death at Sea)
Read MoreWhen she didn’t show at work on that Monday and Tuesday, her boss Lorna called Elyse’s home and cell numbers with a lump stuck in her throat. There was no answer and there never would be again. One day sad Elyse was here and the next she was not. Lorna still thought of her often, […]
Read MoreShe’d fantasize about the weight of a faceless stranger bearing down on her, the full hardness of him thick and long driving her to the edge, his strong hand clutching her throat as she gave in to the burning bliss of climax. Then she would lay naked in the gauzy orange of morning spilling through […]
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