The Written World

She dreams within a written world Of all she could take in and be; A vision calm, cerulean Along a shore in Tuscany The written world, in which she finds Adventure, romance, and an end To all of her anxieties And scars that never really seem To mend

Character Sketch #95

It’s strange: she never has been wrong, But never feels quite right — She will not rest one place for long, But always stays the night. She’s nervous and she’s anxious, yet She’s confident as hell — She’ll tell you that she’s fine, and yet She’s never all that well. She is a non-believer in … Continue reading "Character Sketch #95"

afters (6)

he was one of those who'd rather die than not be young: he got his wish. he was my friend back in the times when i had very few. what is so ironic is that someone who loved living so much could have embraced death so easily. but people live behind veils and walls, and … Continue reading "afters (6)"


And maybe hope is all that's real. Like love done versus love we feel, I think hope, though it sounds absurd, Is really more an action word Than how it typically is used. I've seen it, so, don't get confused: In Esperanza, stately, tall I've seen how hope wins over all, In how she can, … Continue reading "Esperanza"

it didn’t really matter, did it?

she was the fix that he had to have, he was the habit she couldn't break; love started out with these feelings, true, then it became just a thing to make everything ends where it didn't start, ground ever shifting beneath our feet: theirs was a love that would never end, another stunning unforeseen defeat

Girl Reading

My friend, the librarian, as I knew her years ago.

working turning slowing burning

she tries to rest her mind is always working the gears the rotors always ever turning she breathes to aid the slowing it’s not helping she knows it’s all gone bad she smells the burning

ephemera 5

she longs for shelter to blend in and not stand out a garden flower safe in a community of shared feeling and purpose Image credit : Vof Vermeulen Perdaen & Steyaert

ephemera 4

In hidden symbols, Formalized and stylized, She speaks her stories. Therein lies love and sorrow, And ways of reaching the dawn Image credit : Vof Vermeulen Perdaen & Steyaert