Mourning of the Morning
Poem There were blues in the hues of the morning, mourning the end of night. There, too, were warm rays of sunshine upon the heads of early doves. Words were absent from the...
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Morningside
Poem She woke to dreams of kingdoms past That ruled her mind Guided fortune Arising she saw the sun peek through linen clouds Trapped between her and nature A cocoon between the real...
Cups with Coriander: Stirring
Serial Fiction My stomach growled, pulling me out of my reverie. Even if I wasn’t going to the office, I couldn’t spend the whole day in bed. I pushed the covers off and...
Zedlist – Part Twenty One
“Feel free to use the shower by the way”, Kevin said. “There is a blue towel hanging up in the bathroom, it’s clean.” “Thanks”, Tim said, “A shower would be good, I still feel...
Morning Dew
Dampened morning early quietness still and alone chilly and cold a bittersweet silence. The school’s hallways dripping torn streamers faded posters paper airplanes and sleeping chalk monsters. Sunlight sailing moving across rust of monotones drying...
Wake Up – Part Two (Final)
It hurts when he sits up. Not on a physical level. Not an emotional one, either. It’s a pain from deep down, on a level that doesn’t really exist. Reach to the very bottom...
Wake Up – Part One
He wakes up, and he already knows it’s hit him. Somewhere in the drunken half-sleep between 2 AM and… what time is it? He’s come down. He can never pinpoint the exact moment that...
Cup of Tea, Cup of Coffee
Haibun Poem Eighteen years earlier across the pond, a cup of hot Earl Grey tea. Hot bitter-sweetness spreads out from the first sip. Daylight fills the living room through cream curtains. The hum...
