Sonnet © 2020 Matthew de Lacey Davidson
I wish I could tell youI was listening to those wordsabout your flaws but I was too busywatching your upper liplift a little to the right…
Itㅤletsㅤgo. Before orange seeps the veins breeze tweaks the tumblepulls at serrated…
Ash blowsfrom an unused forge, flakesof a forgotten era of intention.
short story © 2019 by Matthew de Lacey Davidson
Over the faint tinkle of piano tonesI mourned the loss of my innocenceOver the gentle breath of curtainsIn the silent summer breezeI…