I’ve decided to start compiling an email list in anticipation of my upcoming short story collection which, if everything works out, will be published
Author: River Dixon
Just someone who enjoys writing and reading what others have written.
To See
Cradled in a nest of thorns Swaddled in your apathy My cries go silent Like a still-born dream Illuminated by nothing more Than the drip
On Writing (Yet Another)
Inspiration strikes like a match In an afternoon monsoon microburst Of clichés, tired and trite The obligatory opening and closing Threadbare and uninspired A triple-dose
A Little Longer
I’m still here I walk these halls A thousand times Waiting For a glimpse of you I watch Feel you dream of me Through restless
Adrift
I felt it likely In this solitude My thoughts would Find their way Back to you Eventually Drifting on A lucid current Around and past
Nothing Left
There comes a time, I think When perhaps, nothing is left No more pieces to reshape No more ashes to sift through No more walls
