Author: VK Lynne

22nd February 2015

Cups with Coriander: The Grind

Serial Story The first entry was dated only one year prior to our missed coffee date; I wondered if this was a new attempt at journaling, or if she simply had multiple volumes....

Poetry

BY VK Lynne

15th February 2015

Peaks

The time has grown long. Many have stopped climbing and headed back down. Some have just decided to settle on the spot where they grew tired. And now, two more have chosen utterly different...

Poetry

BY VK Lynne

8th February 2015

Alleyways

One step, and a thick, warm fog wraps around me. My head swims; my eyes grow heavy. I can barely see- everything is blurry. I know that I’ve been here before, And in my...

Fiction

BY VK Lynne

1st February 2015

Cups with Coriander: The Beans

Serial Short Story Hospital coffee is perhaps one of the most repugnant liquids ever concocted. It makes no endeavor to soothe the nerves of waiting families and friends; nor does it offer succor...

Poetry

BY VK Lynne

11th January 2015

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...

Fiction

BY VK Lynne

4th January 2015

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...

Fiction

BY VK Lynne

28th December 2014

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...

Poetry

BY VK Lynne

21st December 2014

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,...