The Hanging Chair

Three hundred ninety eight, three hundred ninety nine, four hundred, finally! On the brown carpet floor in my bedroom, I sat with a broken…

The Dream of Menace

They were all standing in a straight line, about ten people, each with a partner standing behind them. I could not see who…

Only for you

“I don’t believe in fairy tales,
but I believe in you.
Let all the dreamers wake the nation
and love me less, 
but love me for a long…

A Trip to the Museum and What He Saw

Why have you brought me here? It was written clearly all over his beautiful face.

Daddy Called Me Coley Macaroni: A five year old’s retelling

Where are we — I forget. 
What time is it — dark. 
Listen to mama…

I will Wait in this Moment, Until I Grow Wings

Songs of Affection

These words were meant for you,
and only in my ailment 
do I not speak thee true.

As I think about my happiest moment,
surely I have many. 
But laying here alone, my thoughts ascend to you,
laying with both your arms around me,
lips brushing against my face. 
I…

Little Things

It will always be the little things that allow me to feel most fully.

Nights Like These

On nights like this, I can lay in the darkness and dream. One day, without my knowing, I started looking into gentle eyes and…