I sit in the darkened living room and ignore the outside world. Birds toss inviting songs through cracks in the fortified home.
Instead of falling into the ranks of boredom like so many writers do, try avoiding the use of the word altogether.
The shortest poem ever but one of my favorites.
I’ve thoroughly enjoyed writing for Dadding Depressed, but blogging doesn’t typically call for unchecked creativity. A pragmatic voice […]
A coolness settles on the top layer of my pale skin. I feel blood pulsing throughout my body, but it’s not enough to warm. The sun sears, but I only ever get the leftovers from radiation. It is an unforgiving and ambiguous coolness-the depressive chill of a shadow, where warmth is near but never enough.
In my head I trusted; Gave faith to reasoning. For worlds of thought I lusted And made the […]
The crowd is mean and without The faith to see me through my doubt. They clap their hands […]
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Walking home a lonely man, I saw old lovers holding hands. She a queen and he a sage, […]
(This is an original piece written for IndiesUnlimited.com‘s Weekly Flash Fiction Contest. The prompt was Bridge.) “Quiet!” hissed […]