Snow danced and swirled, driven across the lake by brisk winds. Jenn looked out her cabin’s window and sighed. She put more wood on the fire. The cabin was small enough that a wood stove was sufficient for heat. Sitting at a table by the window, Jenn leafed through her sketchbook. It was filled with drawings of snowflakes. Jenn had not yet figured out what she was trying to capture in these drawings. She just kept observi...

January 16, 1989, Tomatlán, Mexico. I was sitting on the left side of a second-class bus two rows behind the driver. No one bothered to get off for the ten-minute stop in Tomatlán. The driver’s assistant stood at the front of the bus ready to collect tickets from any boarding passengers, but there were none.  As we sat parked in the street with the engine running, I took in the view from my window. The cinderblock buildin...

I searched behind the harbor mist Where craving lips had once longed to kiss But fate was hiding one last twist That pillowed moment did not exist.   Dreams are meant to take you places Your mind unpacks familiar faces Grasping at the barest traces Against wakeful moments your body braces.   Each dusk begins the rushed elation To once again begin creation Head to pillow in anticipation A world contrived by need of salvati...

Did I see you from afar?Could that been youFlashing eyes so bright.Smile stopping traffic.As the sun warmed you.Lovebirds singing their songs.My eyes flutter closed.Heartbeat thumping.Soft fingers caress.Your name on my lips.Clouds seperate.Moon lit your way.Into this lovers heart.Taking possession.It had to be.But you are still only my dream.    

  You've touched my heart to my very soul.You came into my life and made me whole.  I wish I could lie down beside you when each day is done, and wake up to your face in the soft light of the rising sun. I've held you tight in my armsand kissed your lips in a dream,I'll love you from morning till night and every fraction of a second inbetween. It's not because you're crazy beautiful or smart or funny or kind.It's not beca...

  I picture youdressed all in whitea veil on your head and unspoiled as a freshly fallen snowdrift. My heart catches in my throat,As I gaze at your ethereal silhouettethrough the Vaseline glazeof tears in my eyes. Frozen in place and not daring to move.Afraid I might wakeand find everything has vanishedfrom this dream place. Dare I tempt my heart with these images?Stoke such longing and drink so deeply from the fountain o...

He hated his boss, ‘hated’ her. He always felt oppressed in his job, psychologically bullied because she simply took a dislike to him. He seemed to be the type of person whom, to her, was instantly dislikeable. It was not her who had hired him, so she had no choice but to accept him as an employee. He wondered if she was trying to find a way to dismiss him but then thought that perhaps she enjoyed tormenting him because h...

As the old man sits with his afternoon tea.  Pipe tightly between teeth, he nods off.Dreams flood over his old bones of the moorsThe moors of his childhood.  Happy days with his family.  The sounds of his youth good and badThe soulful sound of pipes move his dream along.  First a grand memory, dressed in his uniform teasing that beautiful red hair lass.A smile breaks free as his pipe falls to his lap.

  Alexandria, a small, nondescript city on the Red River in central Louisiana, is the symbolic checkpoint separating the state’s French, Catholic south from its Scots-Irish, Protestant north. In the pre-interstate days, a two-lane highway weaved its way south from town toward Baton Rouge. A picturesque, tree-lined bayou flanked one side of the road. On the other side were pastures and a string of whitewashed cabins which...

Stars sprawl across the skyPursuing their everlasting questsHow I, too, wish to journey afarGoing window shopping for a dreamPerhaps I will be an adventurerCarving stories out of my lifeAway from this mental prisonWhere I am forced into domesticationBut maybe I want that as wellA happy wife and a homestead of my ownWhat a dream that would beShould I leave this infernal pitOr maybe I shall make myself knownFar and wide peo...

As I sleep you found me there You offered your hand to help me out I'm asleep and don't really care Not sure what this is about Flowers around me are pink The flowers are all in bloom Not really sure what to think This is a really weird room You're carrying me out of here Where will you bring me Now awake crying with tears Put me down pretty please You don't listen to me I feel magic all around I try to break free I hear...

Like all things I can’t hold, you are untouchable. As if intangible to my touch, it can’t hold you like I wanted. Like how I wish to hold you in my arms and,  Maybe, just maybe feel your warmth. Like all things that are far away, you are unreachable. As if you laid up with the stars, no matter how hard I try to reach up, to stretch my hands, I can’t. I wish that you were mine. I wish that I lay there in the stars with you...

The moon shines like a phosphorescent pearl, Washing the pines and water in a silver glow. I've walked this wooded path many nights; Singing songs to the heavenly river above About this earthly river below. Sitting on my favorite rock, I write these words with water on stone, "How many years do I have left? Does any man know?" And like a dream, I watch the words evaporate Up into the void of the sky. AD 889

The British Rule My Grandmother once told me, “Whatever you do in life, will come back to you! No matter whether it’s good or bad. It will definitely come back to you…”- I don’t think that she said this just for me to do good things in my life and I do have faith in spirituality. But I had another thought in my mind! Everything we do today has a connection with the past! It may connect you to 100 years back! Sometimes 100...

Sappy. That’s exactly what it was. Kyle could feel it as he said it. He knew the absolutely absurd pick up line he was using was probably the most desperate-sounding plea for attention he had ever said. “Hey baby, I heard the Solstice has the longest night of the year. Perhaps I could spend it with you, maybe?” He had asked hopefully. Kyle knew it wasn’t going to work, he had held that thought in his mind even before he m...