Time is not a promise. You live in my heart and my memories. You’ve been gone for years, yet your absence affects me the same with an emptiness and a longing to feel your parental embrace. I talk to you in those moments when I need a parent. My understanding has changed. Often in real… Continue reading From Beyond
Writing when the words come little by little, only touching your creative mind without reaching fruition, can be like grasping at fairy dust. Thoughts and words—elusive grains of sand caught in the wind. Some are minuscule and golden with that soft flour-like feel as they slip between your fingers, inviting magic but not achieving it.… Continue reading Creative Expression
“Rascally missing book!” I grumble, acknowledging that it’s my fault for bringing home a book from the enchantment library. A library with dim lighting cast by floating lights. The old book smell is intense, and the shelving is medieval in appearance. It’s an irresistible building. Regardless, it’s a wonder the book was on the shelf… Continue reading The Lost Book
I watch it rise, the bottom seemingly dropping away. It’s a semitransparent blue, deceiving in its deadliness. Its apparent transparency is a trick of nature to draw in unsuspecting prey because although you can see the immediate area before you the vastness of its reach is extraordinary. The immensity allows undetectable threats to surface or… Continue reading Dropping Away
The colours blur together: yellows, pinks, oranges, and light blues. Moving shapes like the coloured glass of a kaleidoscope. Each colour and pattern are representatives of my jumbled emotions. The colours bleed out to shades of red—a warning of danger-bearing emotions—as the sequence continues to dance. I’m trapped, glued to the eyepiece as the tube… Continue reading Kaleidoscope
The feeling of discomfort grows. A strong desire turns to a craving, an insufferable appetite. Humans, a vampire’s cattle, walk before me unaware of their looming slaughter. Imaging the movement of the body fluid that fills their circulator systems overwhelms me. What shade of red runs through their veins? No matter, when the hemoglobin in… Continue reading Oxygenated Appetite
“Is it so different?” Tallie asks. “Your world, this planet called Earth, floats. It floats in the sea of a vast universe.” Simon’s eyes flare. “Float! Earth most certainly does not float. In fact, Earth is fall…” “Are you bonkers?” Tallie gives a fast assessment of herself and Simon. “No wind rushing past, feet on… Continue reading Elixir
I tap my fingers, slow and rhythmic, against the empty page of my notebook. I watched my hand move my pencil backwards and up, line after line. Each letter traced over with the lead tip vanished from the page until I found myself here. My hand is unoccupied. My HB pencil evaporated into a thin… Continue reading Unwritten
The dark closet structure that we were all forced to live in was replaced in my mind’s eye by our old tiny homes. Their image remains burnt in my mind. They would punish me if they knew. The small structures were meticulously up-kept. The multi-coloured doors a most beloved feature. Nobody saw it coming, the… Continue reading Hope in Darkness
The following post, “Outward Manifestations” is written in response to Carrot Ranch Literary Community’s prompt: “… a story that includes magic.” * * * Earth, air, fire and water. There is no wand required, no mystical word reciting, no naked dancing under a full moon and no sacrificial ritual. Focus and open the mind to… Continue reading Outward Manifestations
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 