dawn breaks slowly quietly inching forward as if it dares not disturb the night like a lover dares not disturb the one he loves while she is sleeping he climbs into bed slowly and pulls the covers  around her so that she is warm and he selflessly gives himself to her and she never notices how his eyes are the color of coal and wrought with pain and how sometimes when she isn't looking a tear slides down his cheek but she...

ain’t any good at being humantoo many rough edges that were never shaved offit’s as if the gentle hands that made mequit before they were finishedleaving a squarewhere a circle should liebut todayi am made of smokeinsubstantialuntouchablefollowing a vapor trailfed by the ashesof a girl without a nameon the city streetsof a neglected worldthat I inhabit foreverand however many times I squeeze into my spheremolding my edges...

“Tony, there’s a fire!” Scout yelled as loud as he could. He could see the smoke rising from the streets of Paris, a glittering mirage of smoky auras that clouded his view. “Oui, I am coming!” Tony screamed. Scout pulled on his hat. This looked like a massive fire. Even bigger than the one he’d put out in London once. That London fire, well, nobody could smoke like the British, and neither could their houses. He could hav...

"Mademoiselle, I cannot begin to express my pleasure at meeting you," he said softly. He was not lying. For three - nay, four - years he had waited to meet the fair lady who graced the small café down the street from his house. She came in, all slender features and soft angles, and ordered the same cup of coffee and pastry every day. He could have recited her order by heart, had he wished. Somehow, he never worked up the...

I went to the moon tonight And I remembered what you said “When you see another’s face, Think of mine instead.” The sky was black and cold I’m getting a little scared All I wanted was a friend All I wanted was to care I held your hand real tight And I couldn’t really breathe I think I broke a rib or two As the water inside me seethed. I tried to stop the drugs today My plan, it almost worked But somebody bought me a joint...

His lips were the color of shadowed mist His eyes were dark as we kissed His knife was glinting, sorely missed As the bleeding wound from my heart hissed. Like a promise the sun disappeared into night To return once in the morning light When we’d glance with renewed sight, to observe which was right If the fight was of anger and fury and might. If love was a form of slowly dying While I watched around me the children cryi...

Sometimes I think that at the destination waits a toothless lady. Other than her dental deficiency, there are no hints to betray her age. She is dressed in white and her silver hair lies still and heavy around her shoulders. She has overused golden thread; it glints everywhere, at her cuffs and collar and the little star and moon designs scattered across her dress. Her eyes are dark blue, like a slumbering sky or drugged...