Author: VK Lynne

Sunset 0

Home?

Eyes stinging in the stale air around me I watch the sun rise below me A new world lies before me. Am I home? Exclamations I can’t understand Stranger’s faces in a foreign land...

serial story 0

Cups with Coriander: Sip Two

Serial Story   I waited for Ethan to collect himself. He ran a hand over his head, pushed his hair back and exhaled heavily. That look was unmistakable; there was only one person I...

serial storytelling 0

Cups with Coriander: Sip One

Short Story   She stopped stirring her coffee and pointed her spoon at me. “Here’s how I see it. Cultural paradigms are the ‘one-size-fits-all’ garments of the global morality shop. Created by the median...

Cliff 0

An Inch

To you, it’s an inch. Just an inch in the air, a space that separates you from a desire. But for me- for me, it’s a cliff. A steep drop, into an unknown void,...

Red Roller Skates 0

Peace

He unfolded the letter and blinked hard. Her body lay supine before him, and as he stood beside it, he read the words quickly, then over again slowly as he sank down on the...

Cat in a Barrel, poem about the fragility of life 0

Fractured

Poem No sudden moves- Can’t let a shard slip. The vessel is barely carrying The puddle I call Me, and This glue, this glue Is imperfect. It’s makeshift composition: Wine and approval Pounds and...

Full Moon Night 0

Blood and Chocolate

I love the fall. I always felt, as a child, that with the new school year, fall brought a new beginning… A chance for things to be different. But they never were. I love...

Traffic Light 0

Tug

Tug, tug, tug, tug, and the days Grow tighter around my lungs. When the air can’t reach them And my heart grows feebler Countdown ‘til relief comes. Tug, tug, tug, tug, in the night...