I sat with an old man on a weathered bench near the bank of a section of river most don’t come to anymore. He welcomed
Tag: short story
Visceral Perdition – A Collaboration
How did I find my way here? It wasn’t supposed to be this way, was it? Looking down at my hands, I see them holding
The Smell of Cedar
As I lift the lid The Smell of Cedar Overtakes me After all these years The tiny blanket Still remains Stained with tears Swollen with
The Leaving
My little girl pleaded for me not to go. That was the hardest moment of my life, looking down at those big blue teary eyes,
How it Feels – A Collaboration
I had the pleasure of working on this piece with Tara over at Caribou Crossings. If you are not a follower of her work I
Let Go, It’s Time
My hands scrape the cold ground Digging for the final exhale Which to shake the Earth Punish time Take this down Absolve us Of all
