The flicker of a candle’s glow brightens the darkest caverns, illuminating gloomy passages, casting shadows upon the walls of the hand, that shields it’s flame from gusty breezes. Providing a warm ambiance, carrying the bearer forward, guiding their way home, out from the darkness, returning them into the light, silencing menacing voices. Inspired by one of Stories Spaces own. Her name (candle_in_the_wind) her work brings...

I stand at this window and I wait and watchAs the red sun sets and the temperature drops And my eyes won’t stray from this winding road On which my Love must travel home His journey has carried him a world away To a volatile land where I’ve never been A killing field with angry men And a merciless searing sun Living each day in deafening uncertainty He prays that each sunrise is not his last Paying a debt that he didn’t c...

"Honey, I'm ho-ome," Matt warbled as he entered the kitchen and tossed his keys into a bowl on the table. Loosening his tie, he made for the bedroom, where he expected to find his wife changing from her work clothes.Instead he met her in the dining room, glaring at him from behind a laptop computer through eyes red from crying. She knew. To deny or rationalize the affair would insult her intelligence and make matters wors...

I run home after my dayI run back home for tea.The kettle is on, I kick off my shoesA plate full of biscuits awaits me.I examine the beauty of the single plateI hear my joy inside me, screamMy eyes scan the chocolate chip cookiesAnd the humble custard cream.My thoughts are jumbled - which should I choose?From my tea I take a swigJaffa Cakes, or the beautiful roll;Golden pastry with a sundried fig?Jammy Dodgers, Pink Panth...

Hell, we were friends. We had always been friends. My back door looked across the alley to her backdoor. My family moved in when I was four. I would stand with my hands clutched to the chain link fence and watch her. Shortly after we moved in, my mother and her mother became friends. They decided that we should play together. My mother tells me that at first I was a little shy, afraid of her. Apparently, Jennifer accepted...

I always remember you’re not here.Such a smiling countenance, so much orangenessso very gone I hear you in the silence of the passageway the silence of the house and the silence of the yard(I didn’t even know I was chatting,shuffling around in our island of a houseand now I’m just talking to myself)I’m aching for the feel of my dingo friendnot lostnot alone.Patient Hairy I remember the puppy with his head on my bed,soulfu...

The Saturday after Thanksgiving, I walked down the stairs into the living room where my lovely wife had assumed her normal position. “On Monday, remind me to call the home warranty people. My bathroom sink’s cold water lever doesn’t work any longer,” I requested. She diverted her attention from HGTV long enough to inform me that my request would be fulfilled. She added, “We also need to get them to look at the kitchen sin...

While walking by my old homeA grain of sand fell in my eyeAnd as I looked at the crumbling wallsAnd trees growing out of theOnce ‘lived in’ hallsI tried to let the memories pass byAnd my hands moved to rub my eyesMy son asked ‘Isn’t that your old home dadIs that why you cry?'I looked at him and the home that once was mineAnd hugged him and kissed him and wiped my eyesAnd to him I said‘Oh not to worry kiddoit’s just a grai...